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De repente, viajei no tempo e me vi no Grande Yu. Jiang Han estava completamente confuso, mas a história do corpo original o deixou ainda mais atônito: primeiro tentou a carreira literária, mas não pa
Great Yu Dynasty.
Luoyang City.
Yunyang County.
Jiang Han slowly opened his eyes to a faint, elegant fragrance, his mind hazy and unfocused.
As his blurred vision gradually cleared, he saw a young woman standing gracefully before him.
She wore a long dress of azure blue; her eyes were bright, her teeth white, her brows finely arched, her features delicate.
She was a beautiful woman indeed, but her words left Jiang Han bewildered.
“Brother Jiang Han, in my heart you’ve always been just my brother. We could never be husband and wife. Today, let’s annul our engagement.”
Jiang Han was dazed. Wasn’t he just drinking a moment ago? Who was this lovely girl before him?
Was he dreaming?
How could he dream of such a beautiful girl?
“Brother Jiang Han, are you listening to me?” she asked.
Jiang Han had just opened his mouth to reply when it felt as if a steel rod had been driven through his head and twisted fiercely. Agony exploded in his skull, and he doubled over, clutching his head, his whole body trembling, his face contorted in pain.
The sudden change startled the girl, who stood frozen, at a loss for what to do.
No one knew how long it lasted before the pain finally receded. Jiang Han’s expression grew grave.
Had he really transmigrated? Nothing felt quite right... There were two sets of memories in his mind, one his own, and another that seemed to belong to him as well.
In his previous life, he had been a mediocre office worker, drifting through middle age, only to find himself wi