Mu Yao, the daughter of a capitalist family, was reborn to the first day she went to the countryside in the 1960s.
The red marks on her wrist had yet to fade as she stood at the village entrance, dust rising from the yellow earth, and saw that familiar tall figure walking toward her.
Gu Jingci—destined to become a highly decorated military commander in the future—was at this moment merely the youngest team leader in the production brigade.
He frowned, reached out, and snatched away the only small leather suitcase in her hand, his voice cold and hard. “Keep up. Don’t fall behind.”
Mu Yao remembered that in her previous life, she had despised him for being crude and had desperately tried to escape, only to end in utter misery.
This time, she lifted her face, her eyes slightly red. “Captain Gu, I’m scared.”
That night, the entire village saw that Gu Jingci—known for keeping women at arm’s length—carried his own quilt into Mu Yao’s drafty woodshed.
When a white-lotus female educated youth tried to sow discord, he tore the other party’s letter apart in public. “My wife—no one else gets to talk about her.”
When the college entrance examination was restored, he stayed up late tutoring her. When policies loosened, he silently handed her his bankbook. “Go do what you want to do.”
Years later, a reporter interviewed the accomplished Ms. Mu. “What’s the secret to your success?”
She looked toward the man in military uniform below the stage who was gazing at her with gentle eyes, smiled sweetly, and said, “The secret? Probably… not running away from marriage.”
