Riding the Tides Through Time

Wei Hua had no idea when he woke up. The first thing his eyes landed on was the azure sky above him. Since coming to that burgeoning southern city, he had never seen a sky so vibrantly blue—so pure, so flawless, as if it could wash away all worries from the hearts of those who gazed upon it. Yet Wei Hua’s heart was anything but calm; it was filled with countless anxieties. His last memory was of himself sitting in his rented room, writing his novel, utterly oblivious to the thunderstorm that had started outside. True to the old saying, “Refuse good advice, suffer the consequences.” Lost in his imagination, he felt a sudden, sharp pain, then blacked out. When he awoke, this azure sky was what greeted him.

Could it be that he, too, had crossed over to another world? Wei Hua wondered uncertainly. After all, transmigration stories were all the rage these days—was it possible that a third-rate college student like himself had won the ultimate lottery and become a transmigrator, landing in a different world? If he really had ended up in some alternate world, he’d rather have struck it rich in his own, winning a few million in prize money. Was life in another world really so easy? That was just the nonsense bored writers made up!

Wei Hua tried to move his body and found he wasn’t injured, but something still seemed off. When he finally managed to get up from the grass, the reason for his discomfort became clear: he was now barely over a meter tall—a child’s height. Not only that, but his clothes were patched all over, and cut in that blue tunic style that once typif