Lin Zhiyi was a workhorse and didn't want to go to work. However, poverty restricted her. She stayed up late and worked overtime and died suddenly...
Fortunately, I traveled through time and had a second life. Unfortunately, I became a grass, grass (a kind of plant)
ps: After reading Yang Jian's passionate opening chapter, I don't have to save the manuscript or outline it. I just wrote it randomly and you can take a look at it.
Mission: A happy life depends on hard-working hands
