Foreword
Going from one space to another is called transmigration. In theory, isn't transmigration supposed to be impossible? Then can someone explain how she got lost on her way home from school and ended up in ancient times?
Well, if she transmigrated, she transmigrated. Who's afraid of whom? Surely the heavens won't bring down Miss Mo Qian!
What is there to forget? The heart is calm now. The sheng has been plucked, its grace preserved; memories drift away, and the dawn comes anew...
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Qiang Qian: “The rise and fall of the Six Dynasties have all become idle talk for fishermen and woodcutters.” I don't claim this story is true history. After all, what I know and what I can learn about history is limited. Writing a novel always involves adding one's own imaginings, so many of the characters and plot points here are fictional. Would you care to join me in a little idle conversation?
So what if I buckle... = = People still think there are no -100 ones...- -
Huanxue walked so coolly and ignored us.