My Ancient Divorce

Xu Jie’er was full of questions, but the maid was crying her heart out, reminiscent of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall. No wonder Master Cao once said: Women are made of water.

After a while, seeing she showed no signs of stopping, Xu Jie’er impatiently interrupted: “Hey, can you stop crying? Others might think I’m bullying you! I just asked you two questions. Is this really necessary?”

The maid finally stopped crying, sobbing: “Miss… you, don’t be angry… Butterfly won’t, won’t cry!”

“That’s more like it!” Xu Jie’er patted her shoulder, instinctively trying to pull out a tissue to wipe her face, but after searching for a while, she realized she wasn’t wearing her original clothes. But that was understandable – her clothes must have been wet after falling into the water, so changing was normal. Only, why was she wearing ancient costume similar to the maid’s, just with different styles and materials!

Wait, wait a moment. Isn’t this plot somehow familiar? Isn’t this the scenario she’d seen in countless novels?

Xu Jie’er immediately knocked her still-malfunctioning brain and confirmed she wasn’t dreaming. She then exclaimed with wild joy: “Hahaha… Unexpectedly, I, Xu Jie’er, have joined the time-travel army!

Those who cross over, ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of sisters will use the amnesia trick, which can be called the golden rule of crossing over!

“Miss, miss, what are you saying? Butterfly can’t understand a word!” Oops, I got too carried away, forgetting there’s someone else nearby…

“That, Butterfly, can you first tell me who I am? I seem to have forgotten everything!” According to research, ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of sisters who cross over will use the amnesia trick, which can be called the golden rule of crossing over!

“Miss, you, what are you saying? How can you not remember anything? Miss clearly still remembers Butterfly!” The little maid looked at Xu Jie’er in shock.

Xu Jie’er couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She had been calling herself “Butterfly” dozens of times, how could she not remember? She’s not a goldfish!

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