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...,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,Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and Yun Chuyin, who was already damp from the morning mist, shivered. This early spring night wind carried a chill, and she stood up abruptly and walked toward the thatched hut.。