Xie Xiaomi and her whole family perished alongside the Zombie King, then transmigrated to ancient times. They stared in bewilderment at the dried-up river, the cracked earth, and the barren hills.
Before they could even celebrate finally escaping the apocalypse, the whole family, led by Xie Xiaomi, was already on the road as refugees.
With medical skills in one hand and a pocket dimension in the other, they ate their own rice, flour, and braised pork, yet had to sneak around as if they were thieves. Even when they got new clothes, they had to figure out how to poke a few holes in them before they could wear them in public.
At last they reached their destination, and Xie Xiaomi was ready to lead the family to make their mark: farm the land, open a shop, and flirt with handsome young men.
But then some big bad wolf grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His eyes were bloodshot as he said, with deep and unyielding affection, “I stabbed you, so I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Don’t look at anyone else, okay?”
