Jin Qianqian never would have thought that just by inheriting a legacy, she would inexplicably gain a mysterious space.

She didn't know where the space led to—the apocalypse, transmigration, or infinite survival?

The moment she thought of all those web novels she had read, Jin Qianqian couldn't sit still anymore. It was time to hoard, hoard as much as she could, preferably filling the entire space.

Just as she had squandered all her money and was preparing to head back, the person in the seat next to her turned out to be the dreamboat of her dreams.

While she was agonizing over whether to confess her feelings, the plane crashed, and she actually traveled back to ancient times with her dreamboat!

The ground was parched, her mouth full of sand and grit. She had become one of the fleeing refugees. Looking down at her own emaciated body, she didn't forget to pat her chest.

Shamelessly, she comforted the dreamboat who was in the same predicament, “Senior, don't worry, I'll support you!”