On a winter night in 1975, Su Wanqing was locked outside by her stepmother.
Burning with a fever and drifting in and out of consciousness, her blood dripped onto a jade pendant—unexpectedly transporting her into a mysterious space, where black soil bubbled with a spiritual spring.
From inside the house, she heard her father say, “Once she marries Director Wang, I’ll be promoted to workshop director.”
That very night, Su Wanqing emptied the family’s entire grain storage and, without hesitation, reported her father for marital infidelity.
Clutching her mother’s diary and the jade pendant, she boarded a train bound for a distant island.
The officer sent to receive the troops frowned as he looked her up and down. “You’re my childhood betrothal fiancée?”
Su Wanqing nodded and patted her bundle. “Mm. I even brought the whole family with me.”
Inside the bundle, beneath slabs of cured meat, were three copies of the report letters.
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