When I opened my eyes, I became a substitute daughter of a peasant family who was pushed into a sedan chair by my stepmother.
I suddenly laughed.
I was a doctor of agriculture in my previous life, but I am going to starve to death here in this life?
Now that time travel is a foregone conclusion, let this remote country know what dimensionality reduction strikes are.
But, why is that "sick" husband who always silently helps me with my work, looking at me more and more wrong?
