She looked at her hands, delicate bones, short fingers—was she only about one meter forty in height?!
Was she thirteen now? The fifteen-year-old Anna Jadwin had grown to a height of one meter sixty...
It wasn't until she was seventeen or eighteen that her body fully matured and stopped growing...
This had to be a dream, Anna Jadwin pinched her cheek—ouch, that hurt.
But she couldn't tell if it was her thirteen-year-old self having a long dream or her twenty-five-year-old self dreaming of returning to the age of thirteen.
Anna Jadwin ran to the door, twisting the doorknob—locked, and all the windows were tightly shut.
Through the clear glass, she saw the majestic ocean outside—
She was in an incredibly luxurious cruise ship!
Had she reversed in age? Just before passing out, she was in the church, about to marry Charles Harrington!
Her head ached terribly!
Those fragmentary memories, coming back to her clear yet blurry, were like a dream.