Jin Qianqian never imagined that inheriting an estate would somehow give her a mysterious pocket dimension.
Where did the space lead? The apocalypse, transmigration, or an endless survival game?
Thinking of all the online novels she'd read, Jin Qianqian could no longer sit still. She had to stock up, as much as she could, ideally filling the entire space to the brim.
After she'd spent every last bit of her money and was getting ready to head back, she discovered that the person in the seat beside her was the man of her dreams.
Just as she was debating whether to confess her feelings, the plane crashed, and she transmigrated to ancient times with her dream man!
The ground was parched, and her mouth was full of sand and grit. She was one of the refugees fleeing the disaster. Looking down at her own emaciated body, she still patted her chest and boldly reassured the dream man, who was in the same predicament: "Senior, don't worry. I'll take care of you!"
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