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It's been three years since she transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty. For three years, she's been stationed at this godforsaken border outpost, drilling troops every day and receiving letters from home every month. Her mother writes eight letters a month, every word steeped in tears: “Fang'er, you're already twenty-one! The girl next door, from the Wang family, had two kids by the time she was eighteen! When are you coming home to meet someone?”
