The biggest problem now is time.
Since arriving from early last autumn until now, time has still been too short.
If she had lived here for three to five years, by the time the household registration officials came for a visit, Xu Qing could even claim she arrived two years earlier—neighbors don't have that good a memory, especially for someone not too closely involved, they would just remember she had been living here for a long time.
As for the exact year, that could be blurred with just a little guidance.
"Time, ah..."
Xu Qing tossed her phone onto the table, sighed, and hugged Jiang He again.
"Maybe we'll split up at any time?"
"The time isn't right, you can't go to register for residency now."
"I understand."
