In troubled times and ancient times, how can ordinary people live happily?
There is no time travel, no rebirth, no superpowers, and no portable space.
There is constant self-improvement, there is a childhood sweetheart, there is love for a husband and a concubine, and there is also a cute little bun.
I have been diving in Jinjiang and reading articles for ten years. Recently I really wanted to read a story about someone who escaped with a little bun, but unfortunately I couldn't find it. In the end I couldn't help myself and had to write one myself. It's not well written, so please be more gentle.