The Time-Space Tailor: The 1961 Survival Pact

As the dizziness of the temporal jump fades, Han Xiaoyu’s artificial lungs sting in the bitterly cold wind. The earthen walls of a village in Henan are cracked by frost, much like the chilblains on his grandmother’s hands. He tightens his nanothermal suit around himself. This future technology looks completely out of place among the villagers in coarse cotton jackets, so he pretends to be a geological surveyor who has lost his way. And so the story begins...