Our Ancestress Has the Sweetest Temper

Li Zier couldn't understand it. A century had passed, and the events of her past were gone with the wind. What could be the point of Heaven letting her live again now? Later, in a packed lecture hall, the young professor whom everyone admired as a math genius but pitied for his mad obsession pushed through the crowd and seized her wrist. Eyes bloodshot, he cried out her old title again and again: “Shengyuan, Shengyuan, ” Li Zier came to her senses as if from a dream. Zhou Shuzhi was undeniably a genius, but everyone thought he was crazy. Day and night, he studied bleem, a fictional spatial dimension from a movie, one that didn't exist and lay somewhere between three and four dimensions. He wanted to go back and find his princess.