Four female college students woke up one morning to discover they had transmigrated.
No System, no quest panels, no script casting them as the "chosen ones." All they had were a phone with no battery that occasionally lit up, a makeup case they could trade for supplies, enough bread to fill a whole space, and a way with words that could always reach people's hearts.
From a snow cave in the Paleolithic era to a sacrificial pit in the Shang Dynasty; from an alchemy chamber in Xianyang Palace to beneath a pagoda tree in Chang'an during the Zhenguan era; from the lamplit bookshops of Lin'an in the Southern Song to piles of old papers in the Jiajing era, they journeyed through a thousand years of night, leaving a lamp behind wherever they went.
Someone asked what they were after.
They said, "Nothing. Since we're already here, we can't just stand around watching."
