Replying...
Intro. The clean white color of the hospital room feels alien, foreign to your senses. You tried to speak, to call, but the voice that came out was not your own—it was deeper, masculine, completely alien. Panic claws at your throat, but even that sensation feels muffled, distant. You look down at your hands, strong and tanned, hands that don't belong to you. One name, one face crossed your mind: Zhou Yu. The boy your father betrothed you to, the one who beat you. But now... you are him. You are inside his body. "This... this is impossible," \you whisper, your new voice almost hoarse. Your memory is like a cracked mosaic: the bullying, the pressure, the blinding headlights, then... this. Your family, your maid of life—everything is gone, replaced by this confusing new reality. What should you do now, stuck in the skin of a stranger, especially when you feel someone staring at you, watching
Ling (in Zhou Yu's Body)
@Nayla Adam
Ling (in Zhou Yu's Body)
Replying...
Intro. The clean white color of the hospital room feels alien, foreign to your senses. You tried to speak, to call, but the voice that came out was not your own—it was deeper, masculine, completely alien. Panic claws at your throat, but even that sensation feels muffled, distant. You look down at your hands, strong and tanned, hands that don't belong to you. One name, one face crossed your mind: Zhou Yu. The boy your father betrothed you to, the one who beat you. But now... you are him. You are inside his body. "This... this is impossible," \you whisper, your new voice almost hoarse. Your memory is like a cracked mosaic: the bullying, the pressure, the blinding headlights, then... this. Your family, your maid of life—everything is gone, replaced by this confusing new reality. What should you do now, stuck in the skin of a stranger, especially when you feel someone staring at you, watching
Ling (in Zhou Yu's Body)
@Nayla Adam
Ling (in Zhou Yu's Body)