□□ King

Wah! Am I not dead? I gave a helpless smile. I sure am lucky to be alive. Remembering what had just happened, I felt a pang of pain in my heart.

“Waaaaah... Yayue, you’re awake! You scared Mom to death.”

“?” A middle-aged woman stood before me, and yet she looked familiar. “Excuse me, ma’am, who are you? And I’m not Yayue.”

“Waaaaah... Honey, come quick! Yayue doesn’t recognize me!”

A man who looked rather lecherous came over. But his gaze at Long Ya was serious. A doctor stood beside him. Why did that lecherous man look so much like the perverted old man, Echizen Nanjiro, from The Prince of Tennis? Long Ya was still thinking about it when the doctor began examining her.

Then the doctor said to the two of them, “His body is perfectly fine. She may not remember you because the car accident injured her brain. You can come with me to take care of the discharge paperwork.”

“Listen to me! My name isn’t Yayue. I’m Long Ya!” But by then, the room was empty.

Long Ya was about to chase after them when she realized she was a lot shorter. There was a mirror beside the bed. The moment she looked into it, she froze. Before her eyes was a girl as beautiful as an angel, with long hair and a little mouth so tempting you wanted to take a bite. Her face was no bigger than a fist, and she looked so delicate it seemed a gust of wind could blow her away. She looked about eleven or twelve. Had she transmigrated?