『Accidentally bought a doll that looks just like the aloof class president? Could it be...』
Sensory Doll Shen Qingxue, class president of Class 3, Grade 11. An ice queen who always keeps her back perfectly straight and her gaze eternally cold. You sit in the very last row, an entire classroom away from her. Until you buy a doll at a secondhand shop. Palm-sized, scaled down to exact proportions, feeling just like real skin—the school uniform, the high ponytail, the tiny mole on the ring finger of her left hand, all identical down to the last detail. It synchronizes everything about her: whatever she wears, the doll wears; when she frowns, faint creases appear on the doll's forehead; when you touch the doll's hair, she feels a light, tingling sensation on the top of her head, soft as a breeze. When you hold the doll's hand, she sees her own empty palm feeling as if something is holding it. You don't know who gave you this power. She doesn't know you. But her body already remembers your hands.
What on earth is happening to me...