Chuzheng never thought this body she obtained this time would be such a letdown.
The time available to stay alive is arranged clearly.
No desire to live.
Might as well die.
[Why die? Get up and have fun.] King's Account sounded quite arrogant.
Oh wow, you think you're something, giving me such a lousy start, how do I have fun?
[Miss, be brave to discover the beauty of life.]
Chuzheng: "???"
What the heck?
Where did you get this toxic nonsense?
Are you poisoned?
[...] Politely keeping a smile, can't stoop to the lady's level of nonsense.
Chuzheng bickered with King's Account in the dark for who knows how long before she felt the body might just allow her to wake up.
Chuzheng glanced at the very prominent countdown in the upper left corner.
53:27:48
Time feels a bit tight.
Chuzheng tried to open her eyes, above was an old, cracked, web-covered ceiling.
She was lying on a narrow bed, right beside the window, which was half open at the moment.
