"Return to the real world!"
With Student Xiao D's monotonous mechanical voice, He Tiantian's divine soul was extracted from the space of the library.
Upon opening her eyes, the familiar yet strange bed once again came into view.
He Tiantian still lay in the same flat position as before she traveled through time, and when she looked up, she saw the school dormitory's pristine white ceiling.
Turning her head to the left and right, she saw the tightly closed bed curtains.
It was still the familiar pattern, and beyond the curtains were the familiar sounds of roommates whispering, the rustle of writing, the flipping of pages, the sounds of changing clothes, and more.
All of the emotions He Tiantian had in the novel world had been stripped away; she felt as though she had merely been having a series of long, realistic dreams.
