Yue Xingyue's Otherworld

Yue Xingyue awoke in hunger. The first thing she felt was the cold. Not the chill of air conditioning in a hospital, nor the cold seeping through a window on a winter night, but a cold that clung to her skin and slowly drilled into the depths of her body from the marrow. Her fingers twitched slightly, and her palm brushed against a rough fabric. Wood. Beneath her was a wooden plank bed, covered only by a thin layer of dry grass and old cloth. Her nose caught a faint scent of wood, mixed with the smell of ash, earth, and some unfamiliar herbal medicine. Yue Xingyue opened her eyes. What greeted her was darkness. The ceiling was made of spliced wooden planks, with a few streaks of early morning light filtering through the gaps. An unlit oil lamp hung on the wall, with a chipped short sword next to it. This was not her room. She suddenly sat up, but because she moved too quickly, she felt dizzy and toppled to the side. "Ugh..." Yue Xingyue propped herself up with her hands on the bed board, barely managing to steady herself. The next moment, memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind like a bursting dam. Baishi Town. Grayrock Forest. Silver Moon Calendar Year 327. White Cat Tribe. Orphan. Twelve years old. And another name - Yue Xingyue. She raised her hands, staring blankly at the small, delicate hands. Her wrists were slender, and her fingers were shorter than she remembered. Her twenty-year-old body was gone, replaced by the underdeveloped body of a young girl. Yue Xingyue subconsciously felt her own body.