The Seventies: Military Marriage Is Easy to Enter, Hard to Leave

“An Zhi, I never imagined anyone but you could be my wife. You’re the one I chose, from beginning to end.” Huo Zhao leaned beside the bed, gazing at her as she slept, and murmured softly.

Turning her back to him, Li Anzhi let her damp eyelashes flutter. Her reddened eyes made it clear that she had been crying.

Had she really never given him a chance? Or did none of it even matter? She was tired. She wanted to draw a line around herself and escape this unstable marriage.