Tang Mo didn't even need to look. She knew just how fragile this new body was.
The burning discomfort in her stomach was especially telling. 'This body probably hasn't eaten in days…'
Tang Mo sat up, took out a mirror, and carefully observed her current body.
Short, pale, and very thin, wearing a baggy, pink, logo-free hoodie.
Tang Mo recognized the pink hoodie. She had seen it before at a street stall run by a big celebrity, but that celebrity had claimed she'd spent tens of thousands and waited three months to buy it from overseas.
'This girl must be very rich.'
Tang Mo came to a conclusion.
The girl had a timid look, like a little white rabbit.
She was pretty, but not in a way Tang Mo liked.
In the apocalypse, girls like this were usually the first to die.
