The mellow aroma of whiskey was laced with the pungent sting of lemon cleaner. When I opened my eyes, the neon sign of the bar was blinking overhead—the four characters of "Drunk Dream Life" flickered on and off, as if mocking this absurd journey through spacetime.
"Welcome back to 2023." A familiar voice came from behind the bar.
I jerked my head around and saw Grandpa Chen wiping a glass. The television above him was broadcasting the date: September 18th. Only three days had passed since we traveled through time? Yet Ziwei and I had clearly spent more than half a month in the Qing dynasty!
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