When I woke up, I transformed from the prime minister's daughter into an ordinary female college student in the 21st century.
Looking at the "small mirror" that glows in front of me and the "iron box" that can transmit sounds thousands of miles away, I tremble while holding the brocade quilt.
Until that man who looked exactly like my previous husband appeared. He pinched my chin and sneered:
"Pretending to have amnesia? The contract you used to cheat on your marriage is still in my safe."
Later, I cried to the moon in the middle of the night and complained about missing home, but he hugged me with red eyes:
"Ancestor, I have replaced all the street lights in the city with lanterns. Do you think they look like Chang'an Street?"
