Ji Xiaosong had spent so long in the interstellar world that when she returned to her own hillside, she had to sleep for a good while just to feel clear-headed again.
"Let's go. On to the next world."
"You got it, Song! Let's go~"
*
Ji Xiaosong had just felt herself merge with this body when her eyelids felt as heavy as if two stones were weighing them down. She barely managed to open a slit, and the world before her was a blur.
She raised a hand to rub her eyes, and her fingertips touched a dampness—clearly the traces of recent tears.
Her eyes were terribly swollen, sending a dull ache through her temples.
She looked down at herself. She was wearing an ancient-style garment covered in who-knows-how-many patches. The fabric was coarse and the cuffs were stained with dirt. Clearly, this body's previous owner had not had an easy life.
Her stomach suddenly let out a loud GROWL, and Ji Xiaosong realized she was so hungry she could barely stand.
