"I want to go home."
"You might not be able to go back."
"Why?"
"Because your home is very far from here."
"How far?"
"More than twelve hundred years far."
Xu Qing looked at the girl from the Tang Dynasty in front of him, his face bearing a trace of sympathy, "Everything you're familiar with has become history."
Relatives, friends, enemies—all have fallen silent twelve hundred years ago.
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Everyday text, single female protagonist