The drizzle of late spring was wrapped in the fragrance of locust flowers, and Lin Wantang sat down in the alley of the village in the city, clutching the faded baggage. Three hours ago, she was giving porridge to the refugees in the ruined temple of the Dayin Dynasty. When she opened her eyes, she became a modern unlucky person with the same name - her mother died young, her cheap dad married a new love, and she was being kicked out of the house by her half-sister and her stepmother.
"Poor people should go to the slums!" Lin Xiaorou stepped on ten centimeter high heels and threw the real estate certificate in her face, "This house was bought for me by my father as a dowry!"
