It was like meeting him for the first time. He was wearing a white T-shirt, his body was as tall as bamboo, he was tall and handsome, and his handsome face was without a trace of worldly dirt.
The girl he pulled had a high ponytail, a simple T-shirt and jeans. She was sunny and lively. She was the same person he saw for the first time when he came to modern times.
Time seems to be wrong here.
Reality, dreams, changes and rotations...
My debut novel, a stepmother novel, not NP, more realistic, please proceed with caution...