I, Su Yan, am the only daughter in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, with countless assets.
My life creed is: Problems that money can solve are not problems.
Until that night, I picked up a five-year-old girl in my hot spring pool.
She was dressed in ancient costume, and she said "I am the princess" when she spoke. She wiped her mouth with her sleeves when eating. She was so frightened when she saw the TV that she hid behind me. I thought someone had a lost child, so I checked the surveillance for three days and found that she appeared out of thin air.
What's even more outrageous is that I looked up the history of the Ming Dynasty.
In the twelfth year of Wanli, Princess Yongan was five years old.
Historical records record: Princess Yongan died young at the age of six.
In other words, this little girl who calls me "Yanyan" only has one year left.
She said she came from the hot spring, that I was her sister in another world, and that she would entrust her dreams to me when she dies.
Fart.
I, Su Yan, don't believe in fate in this life.
