She had imagined countless ways she might transmigrate—but never thought it would happen just by falling asleep.
Yan Qing stood up. She was still wearing her fluffy pajamas.
She looked around at her surroundings.
Above her, dense, lush trees blocked most of the sunlight, making the forest dim.
Unknown grasses covered much of her view, with occasional small flowers and unfamiliar wild fruits scattered among them.
Yan Qing glanced at her watch—9 a.m.
After observing her surroundings and judging by the position of the sun, she decided to head south. Changing into her hiking shoes, she knew she had to find shelter before sunset.
Only then could she survive the dangerous night in the forest.
Putting on gloves, she took out her entrenching shovel and began clearing a path as she moved forward. The dense undergrowth, for the first time, showed traces of human passage.
A faint trail gradually formed.
As she walked, Yan Qing used the shovel to carve marks into the trees. In such a dense and uniform forest, she had to leave signs—otherwise, she would easily lose her way.
While walking, she took out buns from her space.
She ate two buns and drank half a bottle of water. Her hangover-weakened stomach finally felt better—much more comfortable.
After walking for two hours, she finally heard the sound of water.
Another half hour later, she discovered a stream.
It flowed gently, its end hidden beneath thick greenery.
Yan Qing decided to follow the stream upstream.
Along the way, wild rabbits and pheasants occasionally scattered at her presence.
She also passed a few fruit trees she recognized and mentally noted them. It wasn’t harvest season yet—the fruits were still small.
If they were close to her future shelter, she could come back for them later.
After another three hours, the stream beside her grew wider.
She could faintly hear the sound of splashing water ahead—it seemed she was nearing the source.
About half an hour later, after pushing through a patch of grass—
Her view suddenly opened up.
In front of her was a small waterfall.
Below it lay an open clearing.
Several deer were drinking water, alongside wild buffalo, pheasants, and rabbits.
Birds chirped all around.
It was a scene full of life.
The moment felt just like something described in her childhood textbooks—everything harmonious and beautiful.
It was now around 4 p.m.
The sun had drifted far west, faintly casting the glow of the evening sky.
Yan Qing knew night was approaching.
She had to find a place to stay before sunset—and this place before her was ideal.
A temporary shelter.
So far, she hadn’t seen any large, dangerous animals.
Yan Qing walked toward the riverbank. At her approach, the animals scattered instantly.
She studied the terrain and felt that the opposite side of the stream would be a better location. After all, all the animals she had seen were drinking from this side.
Looking down at the stream, the water was crystal clear. Occasionally, she could see large fish swimming. It didn’t seem too deep.
She decided to wade across.
But before crossing, she needed to gather dry firewood.
Not far from the stream stood a dead tree. Yan Qing took out her chainsaw.
She cut through the trunk, the loud noise echoing through the forest and startling a flock of birds into flight.
She did it deliberately.
The noise would scare away nearby animals, giving her a bit more safety for the night.
After cutting down the tree, she trimmed off the branches with the chainsaw.
It was a long, dry log.
But she couldn’t carry it as a whole.
So she cut it into several sections, making multiple trips to throw the pieces across to the other side of the stream.