Prologue

The older girl shivered against the cold wind as she opened the door, and then almost instinctively took a step outside

Surrounded by darkness, the subway car behind her closed its doors and continued forward after a brief pause, leaving the bewildered older girl unable to comprehend what was happening. However, as her eyes quickly adjusted to the light, this female writer was soon devoid of any extraneous thoughts. Or rather, she was captivated by the scene before her—a simple well, constructed of stone, dilapidated yet real. Behind the well stood a stone tablet, its inscription blurred and illegible, while to one side of the well was a stone pillar, from which a metal chain was abruptly pulled out, dragging all the way to the mouth of the well.

There is not a single spark of inspiration! With a jolt of the carriage, the girl suddenly woke up, and began to mumble inexplicably. There is no urban legend in all of Beijing like this, and if you are the only one on the last train of Line 5, you might see the Locked Dragon Well... Everywhere there are lights, and modern equipment is everywhere. I would have to be crazy to continue wasting my time here!

On the last train of Line 5 in the capital city

In that very moment, the older girl seemed to forget feelings of shock and fear, almost driven by a sense of mission. She quickly stepped forward, attempting to grasp the long chain, merely wanting to see if it was indeed as the legends said, an endless pull. Speaking of which, having come to the Dragon Lock Well, wouldn't it be a wasted trip if she didn't tug at this chain?

What about tomorrow's chapter? After venting her frustrations, the older girl, who was propped up by the handrail, continued to let her thoughts wander, feeling somewhat powerless. I've already taken two days off; it seems that achieving perfect attendance this month is out of the question. The editor may not even pay attention to this struggling writer, but perhaps the few loyal readers I have will be dissatisfied

Winter evening

As soon as it entered the well, the stone tablet shattered and then covered the well opening

Are you not going back to your hometown

But at the very moment she grasped the chain, the stone tablet behind the well suddenly trembled slightly, and then rapidly cracked open. The stone pillar at the beginning of the chain broke off completely, and a flash of multicolored light flickered in the well... Then, this fearless and somewhat foolish female writer was dragged backward into the well by the iron chain.

In the midst of my wandering thoughts, the subway doors suddenly opened, as if... was it the arrival at the station

Is it possible that the talented woman from Jiang has exhausted her abilities? Is it time to consider a career change? What else can a useless student from the Chinese department do besides writing online literature

The number of passengers is sparse, with only a few carriages containing a handful of passengers. In one of the carriages, there is even just a single lady, wearing black-framed glasses and a white down jacket, who appears to be drowsy... or perhaps a girl. In any case, in this day and age, there are as many older virgins as there are mature young women, so it hardly matters whether she is referred to as a lady or a girl.

I was doing just fine traveling through time, so why did I end up believing in the supernatural and writing urban fantasy?

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In the first month of the first year of the Han Yongshou era, an official from Liaoxi was returning from the capital when he encountered a woman emerging from a well. She claimed to be from the Qiao region of the Pei state and had fallen into the well, arriving here in a dazed state. The official observed her appearance, speech, and clothing, all of which were of high quality, and took her in. Later, the official passed away after half a year, and the woman did not remarry, choosing instead to live as a widow and raise her posthumous son. Furthermore, she was skilled in commerce, knowledgeable about wealth and goods, and was charitable, helping the orphaned and the elderly. She was highly respected among her clan and was commonly referred to as Lady Gongsun.