"Can we really not go back?" After discussing serious matters, Brother Pao still longed for a way to return home. He muttered, "In the past, when watching time travel dramas, the protagonist who traveled to the past never thought about going back home. At the time, it didn't seem like a big deal. Now that I've time-traveled, it feels absurd... that's home."
"All my cigars from the cigar room, Cohiba BHK brought back from Cuba, Trinidad humidors, Monte 80 years, and even the Range Rover Lifestyles I just purchased a year ago, all gone."
Brother Pao looked despondently at the bracketed eaves of the Plum Blossom Pavilion: "…So, we have no hope of going back at all?"
Chen Ji, seeing him so persistent, slowly spoke, "Actually, there is a way."
Brother Pao suddenly sat up straight: "Is that true?"
