The Romance of a Sma

It's really nothing serious, it's just traveling through time.,Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...,He craned his neck again, stiffly, toward the person standing in the tub.。