Chapter 3 The Magical Big Backpack

She felt nothing when reading the novel; after all, the male supporting role is just the stepping stone of the relationship between the male and female protagonists. Moreover, he had no sense of existence and was not at home all day, so she naturally ignores him just watching the heroine’s and the hero’s sweet time and almost forgets Lin Chuan, a dispensable male supporting role.

But now, the male supporting character saved her, and she couldn’t help but be slightly biased.

She had been awake for more than a minute. Hearing that Lin Chuan, the male supporting character, was cooking porridge for her while his parents were cleaning up the room and wanting to keep her here, she couldn’t help but be moved.

Although she had no idea why she crossed over in this manner, the fact that someone could send charcoal in the snow at this time made her feel a little warm.

So she woke up and took a deep breath when she saw the situation of this house. It’s feeble.

She first noticed a row of small framed windows, some of which were glass, some pasted with kraft paper, and a light breeze made a whirring sound. Then there are the two red lacquer cabinets under the window, which are unknown how many years old and are only found in a few places.

The cabinet has a half-mirror with a broken frame, but standing there was dangerous because it could fall over if touched.

In addition, there are two large enamel jars, all of which are half-new and look a bit historical.

This appears to be an adobe house with muddy walls, so if one coughs lightly, they will most likely be covered in dirt.

Mother Lin had never given birth to a daughter and couldn’t help but feel distressed for this lovely girl.

“I, where am I?” Calm down. I can’t go back anyway, first of all…

She had an empty head and didn’t know what to do, so she was a little confused.

At this point, the male supporting character who had saved her appeared, most likely due to the chick complex, and he cried out when she saw him. Then she crept over to him, pulled his sleeve, and asked, “Are you Lin Chuan?”

“Yeah.”

Lin Chuan frowned at the little hand grabbing him, but he didn’t say a word when he thought this girl was too frightened.