There’s a couple, the heroine doesn’t go to the black market, and she doesn’t develop a business.
Yin Shu loves reading novels, especially stories about pocket dimensions. One day, she bought a bracelet from a street stall and had the sudden idea to try activating it with blood. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
In a flash of inspiration, she squeezed a pimple and tried that instead. It worked, and she got herself a pocket dimension. She couldn’t help remarking that it really wasn’t picky about whose blood it accepted.
Based on what she’d learned from reading novels, Yin Shu figured that having a pocket dimension meant either the apocalypse was coming or she would transmigrate, so she decided to stock up on supplies, and lots of them.
Then one day, Yin Shu really did transmigrate to the 1970s. She wasn’t worried: with her pocket dimension, the world was hers.
In an era when people struggled to afford food and clothing, she could even raise a rugged husband.
Han Jianjun had a difficult childhood, growing up in a family that never valued him. He’d long since grown numb to those early hardships, but his little wife said she would raise him all over again.
Who wouldn’t be charmed by that?
