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"Holy shit" Ye Yunxi covered her dry mouth in disbelief. Dreaming? Soul-traveling? Rebirth? No matter how big his imagination was, he could not reasonably explain what he was going through.
He closed his eyes and tried to receive the memory of the original owner, well, it was empty.
"System, system" he called into the air twice, but no one responded, not even the mosquitoes and ants around him paid attention to him.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts." A burst of severe pain swept over him, and he noticed that his body was covered in bruises.
In the chaos, he heard a male voice coming from his own throat. It was slightly sickly and hoarse but so pleasant. He endured the pain and looked at the endless dense forest around him.
Looking at his clothes again, although they are in tatters, judging from the fabric and style, he must have been in ancient times.
[This article is purely to satisfy the author's own fantasy as a fujoshi who wants to become an address book. Enter with caution, you may not be able to finish writing]
Concept: Everything starts from fantasy
