Lin Wan was driven to her death by workplace abuse in her previous life. Reborn in a small town in 1985, she faced relatives pressuring her to marry, a grandmother who favored boys over girls, and a family so poor they could barely scrape by. She sneered and activated the miniature space she carried with her.
That awful blind date from her previous life? Get lost. She had money to make. Lin Wan wove fashionable handbags from bamboo strips and baked imperial-style walnut pastries in a clay stove. With her family, she started a traditional handicrafts workshop, rising from a street stall to a factory.
Just as life began to flourish, Lin Wan noticed something strange: Why were the things in her space getting weirder the more she used them?
Lin Wan was jolted awake by a sharp argument...
