The trees in the forest were thin and the branches and leaves were sparse. There was a faint but lingering scent of petrol in the air.
A few young men's merry voices filled up the place. Their conversation was all nonsense, but it made them laugh out loud.
Hanging on a tree branch, Bai Qingqing's face was expressionless, and she pinched herself hard on her thigh.
"Ss~" It hurts!
Damn, what was going on?
Why did the trees become so small? Aren't those people from the modern world? And wasn't that girl wearing a white T-shirt her best friend Tang Li?
She could even see the expression and action of that Snoopy on her shirt clearly. Even if it was a dream, there was no way she'd dream of such clear details.
Could it be that she had transmigrated back? Or was it that she had never transmigrated from the very beginning?
