Lin Shuman transmigrated without a sound.
She even transmigrated into the bathroom of someone's home.
That wouldn't have been a problem, except the owner was taking a shower.
And she was only a curtain away from him.
Singing came from behind the curtain. She couldn't make out the lyrics, but the voice sounded oddly familiar.
"Sir, are you Leslie Cheung?"
The moment she spoke, the room fell silent.
