A Five-Year-Old With a Pocket Dimension Saves Her Dad on the Long March

As the Red Army crossed the grasslands on the Long March, a dirty little hand grabbed Xu Weiguo by the trouser leg.

“Daddy!”

“Where did this little tyke come from? Who's your dad?”

Tangtang showed two tiny tiger teeth. “You are! Xu Weiguo is my daddy!”

Xu Weiguo was stunned.

The whole regiment burst out laughing.

“Commander, when did you hide a daughter from the organization?”

“Bull! I've never even held a woman's hand!”

The march was short on food and clothing, and danger lurked everywhere.

Tangtang waved her little hand and pulled out two wild rabbits. “Daddy, let's eat meat!”

They were in danger?

Tangtang flattened herself on the ground. “Daddy, there are bad guys over there. Let's go this way!”

This wasn't picking up a burden. He'd found a living ancestor, the savior of the whole regiment!

Then one day, Tangtang tugged Xu Weiguo aside with a mysterious look and pointed at the pretty nurse they'd just rescued. She blinked her big eyes at him.

“Old Xu, do you want a wife?”

“Just say the word, and I'll bring one right to you!”

Xu Weiguo thought this was fate's gift to him.

He didn't know that in another timeline, his name was engraved on a gravestone in a martyrs' cemetery. He had died at just twenty-six.

In that world, his mother had spent her whole life touching that yellowed photograph and murmuring to herself.

In that world, Tangtang had never once been held by her father.

Their meeting across time and space wasn't about reuniting with family. It was about defying fate and changing their destinies.

“Daddy, this time, Tangtang will make sure you get out of these grasslands and live to watch me grow up.”