"Luna," a soft, boyish voice woke me. I blinked, taking in the bright sunlight from an unfamiliar window. Then, my eyes widened in fear and shock, turning to the person in the bed beside me who was not Jianyu.
Cold blue eyes stared at me.
"Y-you," I stuttered, falling off the bed in a panic amidst the person's bitter laughter.
Scrambling to my feet, I glared down at the young man laying leisurely on the bed naked. The blanket had been pulled off him, exposing each inch of his pale flesh.
It was that man. The man I had killed. Yet, he was much younger. Just what was this?
"System?" I called out internally, taking a step back and catching my reflection in a tall mirror.
I was still Zhiyue, yet her messy bed hair was cut short in a bob, her curves barely there.
"It can't help you here," he smiled smugly, pushing himself to stand off the bed and walk towards me.
