Transmigrate into a Book: In the 1980S, I Somehow Became a Minor Cannon Fodder

After Xing Beibei fell into the water, she suddenly awakened. Meow, what? This is my second life? It doesn't matter that my husband is dead. I'll focus on my career from now on. But after being kidnapped, she realized: why does this meow look so familiar? Isn't this the man who died young? Forget it. If it's the man who died young, I can wash him up and make do with him.