"…Why have you turned into a child?!"
Chen Yi was startled and instinctively looked down at himself.
What caught his eye was a pair of noticeably smaller hands, and he found himself wearing a slightly oversized silk childhood robe, with a small Jade Pendant tied at his waist. He raised his hand to touch his face, finding the texture youthful and his chin smooth, contrasting entirely with the contour of an adult male.
Raising his head a little, he looked at the black marble pillar under the corridor, as shiny as a mirror, where the blurred reflection showed a boy around eight or nine years old with a face full of astonishment.
Chen Yi stood there in a daze, his mouth opened for quite a while before closing. The first moment he calmed down, he glanced at Yin Weiyin.
Yin Weiyin was still the same, but he turned into a child...
Before Chen Yi could voice his question, the female crown came to her senses and immediately said, "It has nothing to do with me."
