A Cold Painting on a Hairpin Screen

A hairpin pierces the heart, a thousand years of regret; waking from a dream reborn, with nowhere to turn.

Dynasties change overnight, ten long years pass; a winding path leads to a lonely painted screen in a secluded place.

We stay by each other's side and never give up. This love cannot be cast aside; we bury the memories of days gone by deep in the soil!

It was an accident, nothing but an accident. Not only was I misunderstood, I somehow transmigrated to an age of war and chaos!

I have to go back! I have to return to an age with air conditioning and computers!

"Ah... Air conditioning and the internet are definitely humanity's greatest inventions of the twenty-first century!" said the heroine.

A reminder from Grass: to all those who love transmigration, it's just a legend, purely for entertainment. Don't let unscrupulous people in society trick you into losing money through improper means. Remember that!

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This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Writing stories is all about having fun together~ Every word has been carefully considered. If you like this story, please support it. If you don't, feel free to drop it. I promise a great story, good character, and an ever more exciting plot! It's my good fortune to have you read my work.

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