The flowers haven't bloomed yet

"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

My Wife Is From 1000 Years Ago

Xu Qing didn't continue to nag Jiang He, and Jiang He didn't start up her computer to play games either. She went to her room alone with a small teddy bear, her head brimming with thoughts.


Winter Melon hadn't eaten for nearly a day; when these two had gone out in the early morning, they forgot to leave cat food for it, and now it was starving. It rubbed against Xu Qing's trouser leg.


Ever since Jiang He arrived, it hadn't suffered this kind of neglect. It had been fed regularly every day.


"Wanna eat?" Xu Qing, the wicked one, teased with the bag of cat food, shaking it, "If you want to eat, meow again."


Hearing Winter Melon's meowing, Xu Qing finally opened the bag and poured a generous amount into its little bowl. After watching it eat for a while, he turned and sat down at his desk, opened his computer, and logged into his up number to stir things up.


Chapter 83: The Worries of a Girl's Family