Siheyuan: My Name Is Wu Cheng, Not Wu Gang

Moonlight slipped through a crack in the window, and Wu Gang gasped awake. The unfamiliar surroundings and the pain in his head felt like an explosion. A woman came in and wiped the sweat from his face. “Cheng’er, what’s wrong?” He panted. This body was called Wu Cheng, not Wu Gang. He’d transmigrated into another bird’s nest again.