Volume One, Chapter One: Traveling Back to 1975

Late winter, 1975.

The biting wind howled, draping everything in a silvery sheen. A cold draft slipped through the crack of the window, and Xia Niannian tightened her collar against it.

Through the glass, she saw the bandaged head frowning. She clearly remembered just returning from a peacekeeping mission when the plane crashed.

Now, upon waking, she found herself in a room resembling a hospital ward from the seventies or eighties, still hooked up to an IV, her head shattered open.

By all rights, she should have been nothing but bones, yet here she was, alive and standing.

Her wrist was as thin as a twig—how could it possibly belong to her?

Unable to comprehend, Xia Niannian chose not to waste her mind on it.

She stepped back to the bedside and sat down. Just as she was about to pull the blanket over herself, there was a loud bang as the ward door was flung open. The doorknob slammed against the wall and bounced back.

Before she could react, a woman who had just entered slammed a red booklet onto the bed in front of her.

“The marriage certificate has been processed. If you want to die, go die at the Gu family’s, and stop embarrassing the Xia family.”

“Your nerve is growing bold! You even dared to roll down the stairs with me. How come you didn’t die this time? Why not climb higher, jump from the roof? Rolling down stairs won’t kill you?”

Xu Aiqin’s torrent of curses was automatically tuned out by Xia Niannian. She extended her uninjured hand, picked up the red booklet, and flipped it over. The bold characters on the cover—“Marriage Certificate”—stood out starkly.

After a brief hesitation of three seconds, she opened it. Inside, it boldly stated that Gu Nanzhou and Xia Niannian voluntarily married. After review, the marriage complies with the marriage laws of Huaguo and hereby issues this certificate.

A red official seal and date stamp adorned the page.

When she focused on the date in the lower right corner, Xia Niannian froze: January 2, 1975!

Looking up at the two women before her and clutching the booklet, she confirmed her name was indeed Xia Niannian—but who was this Gu Nanzhou? She didn’t know him at all.

How had she gotten married?

Suddenly, a bad premonition surged, and a flood of memories that didn’t belong to her quickly poured in, intertwining seamlessly.

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She had traveled through time. The body she now inhabited belonged to another Xia Niannian, who had just turned eighteen—the youngest daughter of the Xia family.

Sent away before she was six months old, she was only brought back at age ten after someone reported that her biological father, Xia Guoan, had abandoned his own daughter.

Only then did she learn she wasn’t the child of her grandmother’s household. Her biological parents lived in the military compound in Jing City, and she even had an older sister four years her senior.

She had expected, as she once did in the metropolis, to be filled with joy and eager to connect with family. Instead, she was met with a cold splash.

She lived in a cramped storage room, wore her sister Xia Xinyue’s hand-me-downs, wasn’t allowed to attend school, served as a servant to her sister, a scapegoat for her mother, and did all the household chores.

Whenever mother and daughter were unhappy, the original owner was locked in a tiny, dark basement without food or water for three days and nights.

For thrills, Xia Xinyue would throw snakes, insects, rats, and other pests into the little dark room from time to time.

Thus, the once sunny, cheerful child was transformed within half a year.

She became thin, afraid of the dark, timid, weak, reserved, and unable to express herself.

Though her biological father, Xia Guoan, seemed to speak up for her, he never resolved any real issues, instead provoking the mother and daughter to worsen their cruelty.

This time was even more bizarre. Because Xia Xinyue despised her fiancé Gu Nanzhou for disfiguring her, she threatened suicide to back out of the engagement. Fearing reprisals from the Gu family, Xu Aiqin decided to pin the blame on the underage original owner.

In a scuffle, the original owner was pushed down the stairs, her head repeatedly striking the steps, and she was taken to the hospital without hope of recovery.

Coincidentally, the plane Xia Niannian had been on crashed at that exact time, and she had transmigrated into this body.

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After accepting the truth of her transmigration, Xia Niannian narrowed her eyes, slowly tilted her head, and fixed a gaze on the mother and daughter before her as if she were a lamb about to be slaughtered.

This small expression unnerved Xia Xinyue deeply.

Grabbing Xu Aiqin’s arm, she took two steps back, her face panicked. “Mom, do you think she’s lost her mind from the fall?”

If so, it would be a disaster. The Gu family wouldn’t dare come looking for trouble, and she, Xia Xinyue, would still be the one marrying that ugly Gu Nanzhou.

Her eyes filled with grievance. “Mom, you promised me that Xia Niannian would marry that ugly freak. You can’t go back on your word. Boohoo…”

Her tears of sorrow only made Xu Aiqin’s heart ache more.

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“The marriage certificate has been issued. No matter how powerful the Gu family is in Jing City, they wouldn’t gamble with their son’s future,” Xu Aiqin quickly comforted.

Xia Niannian’s hearing was sharp. Hearing the mother and daughter’s conversation, her eyes flicked sharply, a slight smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth. She quickly got out of bed and slapped Xia Xinyue’s face twice.

No reason was needed to slap a fool.

By the time Xu Aiqin reacted, Xia Niannian had already returned to her seat, her eyes wide with innocence as if nothing had happened.

Xia Xinyue touched her burning cheeks in disbelief, finally realizing what had occurred. Her eyes widened as she shouted, “How dare you hit me!”

Growing up, neither her father nor mother had ever struck her; this insolent girl actually dared to slap her.

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