Looking at Fumie Busei in front of him, Fang Zheng felt for the first time as if he had traveled six years into the future.
She should still be a little girl, but why is it...…
Could it be that I opened the door in the wrong way?
Fang Zheng silently closed the bathroom door and then opened it again, only to be met by a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.
"Brother Fang Zheng?"
"Uh...…you go ahead and wash...…sorry, I didn't know you were here..."
Fang Zheng muttered to himself as he once again closed the bathroom door, then patted his face.
What's happening? Have I fallen under some sort of spell?
If what appeared in front of Fang Zheng was the Midori he was familiar with, he wouldn't particularly mind. But the problem was, standing before him was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenager, which made things different. Fang Zheng's heart felt a mix of emotions, not sure what to say.
