"Dad!"
Cao Erzhu sat up in bed, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
He glanced around, and wasn't this just the environment of the blacksmith shop, only more spacious than what he remembered?
No!
Erzhu looked down and spread out his hands to see.
His hands were shorter, his feet were shorter, and his perspective was lower too, "Is this, shorter?"
Clang!
Through a wall, the sound of iron striking pounded his eardrums.
Cao Erzhu was jolted awake by the sound, realizing it was time for practice, and instinctively ran over to push the door open.
"Sorry, Dad, I overslept..."
His voice suddenly froze.
How did Dad grow so huge like a giant, and he could only reach his waist when standing?
He hadn't washed or looked in the mirror, but recalling his earlier "shortening," Cao Erzhu's thoughts wavered:
Did I go back in time?
Is this a dream?
