In the 21st century, in an inconspicuous rental house on Yangru Avenue, Luo Mo was typing words while enduring the churning in his stomach. Mo Wen shouted from the mobile phone next to him: "Xiao Luo! You've been delaying the manuscript for a week!" "Don't rush, take your time. Luo Mo replied to Mo Wen in a weak voice, "Are you feeling well? Why don't you take a rest?" "Okay, I'll take a nap." Luo Mo then lay on the bed, holding his stomach and fell asleep, but he never thought that he would start his journey through time...
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