Chapitre 2: Transmigration?
While she was muttering to herself, the door opened with the creek sound. Someone entered the room and flick on the lights that made Song Ji ru turn and squint towards the person. As she accommodated her eyes to the brightness of the room, she observed a little girl with a first-aid box in her hand.
'Who is she?' Song Ji ru pondered.
The girl looked adorable. She had crinkly raven hair, black eyes, rosy lips, smooth skin, and a pale complexion. Her cuteness was further enhanced by her plump physique and the floral dress she is donning.
'She resembles some Asian dainty-girl of 12-13 years, not someone who has been hired to take care of me. Her expression seems to be genuinely worried (about me I guess) and she is looking at me as if I am her long-lost...wounded lover (or maybe not).'
Keeping her thoughts to herself, she asked the girl who was now walking towards her, "Who are you?"
As if the charming girl perceived nothing, she advanced and tentatively reached her right hand to touch Song Ji ru forehead. Song Ji ru whose forehead was touched by an attractive stranger was flabbergasted. No one has caressed her like this except for her father and mother. She is germophobic. So out of a reflex, she stepped few steps backward as she felt her hand touching her forehead.
"Excuse me, little girl whoever you are, don't you have manners not touch anybody without their consent (even if you are this cute)." Song Ji ru lectured the girl while rubbing the place the female child has tenderly touched.
"Sister Xi, are you sick? I checked your forehead and it felt hot so willingly let me give you some medicine. What were you just commenting I merely understood that you said something like girl in English?" The girl placed the first aid box on the bed where she was lying and started rummaging through it while speaking anxiously.
'Isn't she speaking Chinese, and she called me with a different name? ...I seem to have a different body. This room looks gloomy yet clean like someone lives here and the ... hold on... Isn't the lady in front of me is the same as in the photograph on the wooden desk and these tiny hands resemble the hands of one of besides her in the photo? Don't tell me... that I have being transmigrated like that inevitably happenings in those published novels. No...no...you cannot reasonably conclude by yourself, let me confirm with this lass implementing my broken Chinese as she cannot fully comprehend English.' Song Ji ru thought just as she gaped at the little girl who is now pulling her to the bed and signaling her to sit down on it with her hand.
"Who am I? Why am I here and how did I get...hurt?"She said while maintaining a tense expression (good acting). "Xiang Hanxi are you kidding me? Or you battered your head because of mother's beating?" The fascinating girl said exasperatedly.
'So I transmigrated...oh my god who would've thought that something astonishing and unscientific thing happened to me. Being from the era where humans are the creator of a new scientific and 'magical world" how could I believe this...ah...
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