The last scene Su Qingran remembered was working overtime until she fainted, with the unfinished plan still shining on her computer.
When I opened my eyes again, the world turned upside down.
The tip of my nose is filled with elegant incense, the top of my head is a gauze curtain embroidered with peonies, and the sound of voices in my ears is so soft that I am afraid of disturbing someone.
"Madam, please take a rest. The second girl is guarded by slaves."
"I'm not worried. The fever has just subsided, so I'll have to keep an eye on him."
The gentle female voice reached her ears, but Su Qingran froze.
She wanted to move, but her limbs were as soft as cotton, and she could only barely lift one of her fleshy little arms.
I wanted to speak, but what came out was a soft and soft babble: "Ea... Ah..."
Baby sounds.
Baby's body.
She traveled through time and directly transformed into a baby girl who was not even full moon.
