A grown woman falls off a cliff, survives, and transmigrates to a primitive society. She grows crops, raises a loyal dog, steams a pot of buns, and, along the way, helps her tribe prosper. A cozy everyday-life story~
This is an old draft, and I'm not happy with it, so I'm planning to tear it down and rewrite it. I hope all you lovely readers won't give up on me too soon _(:з"∠)_~
Damn, I'm here. I can't afford to update this article. I'm still the dead fiancé.
Why did you run to the cliff?
When will it be updated?
The pen refill and expression are gone, not happy