"Who on earth are you?"
Mu Wanqing's voice was as cold as ice, her fingers tightly clutching the card bearing the year "2025". Sunlight streamed through the lattice window, casting mottled light and shadow across her pale face, making her eyes look frighteningly bright.
My throat tightened, and I didn't know how to respond. The smartphone and fountain pen looked so out of place in her other hand—these modern objects felt as bizarre in this wuxia world as alien artifacts.
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