I hit the jackpot and transmigrated. I have neither talent nor looks, and I can't make glass or perfume.
I've learned a little medicine and want to open a clinic to make a living.
Why are they all demanding Long Biyu from me? I don't even know what that is! They'll hunt me down if I refuse? I can't beat them, but I can run away, right?
Hey, I didn't mean to make such a mess of things for you all!
Time to bundle up my things and run again!
Anyone want to come with me? Not too many, please. I can't afford to feed a crowd!
