In my previous life, I was a lovesick fool everyone could take advantage of.
I trusted scumbags and helped the worst people, giving them my whole heart in return for this:
They wrung every last bit of value out of me, then I froze to death on a snowy winter night in 1980.
As I lay dying, I clutched my ancestral copper clasp and passed away with hatred in my heart.
Reborn, I unexpectedly awakened the pocket dimension inside the clasp:
It can store anything, grow spirit crops, and hold endless supplies. Time stands still inside, so nothing ever spoils!
In this life, I dry my tears and turn my gaze to ice:
❌ Scumbag? I'll break off the engagement on the spot and leave him shackled to his one true love!
❌ Horrible relatives? I'll tear off the mask and make sure they don't get a single thing from me!
❌ Supporting a man with my money for love? Forget it! I'll make money, stock up, and protect my family!
From a dilapidated shack to a ten-thousand-yuan household,
from a pitiful nobody to an '80s legend everyone looks up to.
My pocket dimension is filled with gold, ration coupons, and confidence.
Anyone who messes with me will learn one thing:
A fierce woman's blade only ever cuts down rotten people!
