Ten years in the apocalypse had worn away all of Qiao Yan's artsy, delicate sensibilities, leaving her with one instinct: if she could solve something with her fists, she wouldn't waste words on it.
After transmigrating, she found herself in nineteenth-century England, where women were expected to be frail and delicate, fainting at the slightest thing. Qiao Yan had only one thought: This is great. I can lie flat and enjoy the good life.
Before clicking on this story, please keep these three things in mind:
1. Don't obsess over the details.
2. Don't obsess over the timeline.
3. The author isn't a history buff.
Theme: Life is hard, so make the most of every day.
My old man is laughing so hard, hahaha, what is more bloody than reality is fiction, right?
Fitzwilliam Darcy, 19th century, the author really knows how to choose names
Hey, any updates for birthday week?
Come on(???_??)?
Hmm... You won't bring the zombie virus here, right...?
Ah? Can you enjoy happiness? I'm a little worried when I think about toilets and street problems
I also love these sparkly stones, the more colors the better!
Sprinkle flowers~ I love this slow life so much.
The slow life is so good~
Well, didn't you just give birth?