Jiang He transformed into a poor girl from the ancient countryside.
My father died, my mother remarried, and all that was left in the family was a leaky shabby house, three acres of thin farmland, a skinny eight-year-old brother, and only half a bowl of rice left in the rice vat.
There are no golden fingers, no portable space, and not even a gift package for newbies.
She squatted on the wasteland covered with weeds, looked at the crushed mugwort leaves in her hands, and thought: Okay, then I'll have to rely on myself.
