Alone in this strange world with a powerless phone, Qiao found herself surrounded by faces that gazed at her with curiosity, yet an impenetrable language barrier loomed between them. Frustration etched her features as she attempted to communicate, but her words fell on deaf ears. The locals, clad in ancient attire, exchanged puzzled glances, unable to decipher the sounds escaping Qiao's lips.
Growing increasingly desperate, Qiao gestured to her phone, attempting to convey her predicament. However, the technology that defined her former life was met with confusion and suspicion in this timeless realm. It became clear that communication in this world transcended more than just language; it was a gap that spanned centuries of cultural evolution.
As her stomach emitted an audible growl, a ripple of realization spread through the onlookers. A compassionate few stepped forward, their eyes softening with understanding. In a gesture of goodwill, they presented her with fruits and bread-like sustenance. Qiao's gratitude transcended language as she uttered a heartfelt "谢谢" (xièxiè), the only words she could share from her own world.
Before she was ensnared in this enigmatic world, Qiao's life played out in the bustling cities of China. A devoted housewife, she found herself at the tender age of 22, entwined in the bonds of marriage with her husband and started their own business. Their love bore fruit in the form of two teenagers, navigating the tumultuous years of adolescence. As the kids grouwing up, Qiao decided to spend time with them more. So she let her husband to run the businness and she educated the kids with all of her knowledge.
Qiao's days were marked by the ebb and flow of familial routines, her world revolving around the joys and challenges of raising her children and supporting her husband's endeavors. It was during one seemingly ordinary day, while indulging in an audio book titled "My Husband is Hades," that the boundaries of reality blurred.
The soothing cadence of the narrator's voice became a lullaby, guiding Qiao into a deep slumber. Little did she know that the lines between dreams and reality would blur, transporting her from the familiar tapestry of domestic life to the uncharted realms of a world untouched by the hands of time.
As Qiao stood among strangers, her role as a wife and mother seemed a distant memory. The challenges of communication and the simplicity of a shared meal became poignant reminders of the vast chasm that separated her past from this mystifying present. With gratitude in her heart and uncertainty in her gaze, Qiao embarked on a journey where each step was a testament to her resilience in the face of the unknown.