The Cleansing Days of Rice Bugs

What a bloody and miserable life this is! I'm just an ordinary homebody, why would someone (or God?) Give me a vase just when I go out to buy necessities? It's okay to give a vase, just think that everyone loves flowers and they bloom, but why is the vase given to me from mid-air? Why will you die if you reach out and hand it down? Okay, it's half-empty, it's just too tender, and I didn't catch it for a while, but why did you give it to my head? I have hands, didn't you see? Woohoo, poor Wa, she just left her lovely computer and happy otaku life. What? Isn't this bloody and tragic enough? When I opened my eyes again, I was actually in the Qing Dynasty that was worn through time and space into a net? Or was it the early days of Master Kong's period that was worn to pieces? PS: Zhainu has created a new book club group, 112874225. Those who are interested can join. The stepping stone is the full pen name of Zhainu.