From Hoarding to Time-Travel: My Supplies Saved Him

JinQianqianneverwouldhavethoughtthatjustbyinheritingalegacy,shewouldinexplicablygainamysteriousspace.Shedidn'tknowwherethespaceledto—theapocalypse,transmigration,orinfinitesurvival?Themomentshethoughtofallthosewebnovelsshehadread,JinQianqiancouldn'tsitstillanymore.Itwastimetohoard,hoardasmuchasshecould,preferablyfillingtheentirespace.Justasshehadsquanderedallhermoneyandwaspreparingtoheadback,thepersonintheseatnexttoherturnedouttobethedreamboatofherdreams.Whileshewasagonizingoverwhethertoconfessherfeelings,theplanecrashed,andsheactuallytraveledbacktoancienttimeswithherdreamboat!Thegroundwasparched,hermouthfullofsandandgrit.Shehadbecomeoneofthefleeingrefugees.Lookingdownatherownemaciatedbody,shedidn'tforgettopatherchest.Shamelessly,shecomfortedthedreamboatwhowasinthesamepredicament,“Senior,don'tworry,I'llsupportyou!”