Poisoned by the Impe

The clouds were tinged with the first blush of dawn. She pushed herself up with both hands, trying to sit up, but she realized that her clothes felt different from usual. This outfit wasn't hers at all, and this style...,Yún Chū sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the frame of the thatched roof hut. Watching raindrops fall one by one onto the earth, he pondered what had just happened.,He was a staunch materialist, never believing in time travel. To him, time travel was nothing but fiction. But... how could he explain the situation now。