The body in front of me clearly belongs to a six-year-old child. How could it possibly be mine, the well-developed, graceful body of a twenty-two-year-old woman? And when I left home, I was wearing a modern business suit. How did it turn into these dirty, smelly beggar’s clothes? Oh my God, am I still dreaming?!!!
Come on come on! Are you a veteran? The writing is pretty good~~