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In the blink of an eye, five days had passed, and Feng Jing really had prepared a dozen or so sets of Ming Dynasty-style clothing.
Aside from clothes, she had also prepared shoes, jewelry, sachets, pendants, and even several wigs.
Those who knew thought she was going on a trip; those who didn't would have thought she was going to cosplay…
In any case, it was evident that she was filled with anticipation for this journey to another world. This was not just because she was a travel enthusiast, but more so because this was a trip she would be taking alone with him, just the two of them in a separate plane of existence.
The two of them re-entered the mobile phone plane, where it was still early morning.
However, Feng Jing had already found out that the neighboring plane had ceased using letters, so she wasn't too surprised.
She changed into the outfit of this plane and put on a wig, which took over an hour of fussing.
