The awakening this time was different. Felicity opened her eyes slowly, feeling an unusual calm in the room. The morning light filtered gently through the window, filling the space with a warm glow. As she looked around, she noticed that only one person was present—one of the caregivers, a young man who looked at her with a mix of sadness and tenderness.

The young man seemed to be around 15 years old, and something about his appearance immediately caught Felicity's attention: his hair was as white as snow, a surprising trait for someone so young. Despite the unusualness of his appearance, he was undeniably beautiful. His deep blue eyes radiated a warmth that made her feel strangely at peace.

The young man didn’t move from his spot; he seemed to want to give her some space after everything that had happened. Felicity felt oddly calm seeing his kind face, though she didn’t recognize him at all.

She took advantage of the moment of calm to examine herself more closely. She brought a hand to her face and noticed something different: her cheeks felt chubbier and softer. Frowning in confusion, she looked down at her body. Something wasn’t right—or rather, something was very different.

With trembling hands, she touched her chest and was astonished to find that she didn’t feel the familiar outline of her breasts. Her confusion grew, and she decided to examine herself further. Slowly, she lifted her gown and lowered the hospital pants, hoping to understand what was happening.

The shock was immediate. Where she expected to find her usual body, there was something completely different. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she let out a strangled gasp. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Unable to process the surprise, the room began to spin around her.

The young caregiver, alarmed by her reaction, quickly got up and rushed to her side. As he approached, Felicity saw her own reflection in the boy’s deep blue eyes. The image she saw was that of a small child, and the impact of the revelation was too much for her.

Before she could fully comprehend it, Felicity had already lost consciousness. This time, it wasn’t due to the medication, but from the sheer shock of discovering that she was no longer the woman she used to be.

The last image burned into her mind was that of her own reflection, small and childlike. Something had already changed in her life. As she fainted, her desire to know what was happening grew even stronger.