When she wakes up, she is still Lin Xi, the most favored daughter of the Lin family in the 1970s, and her life is filled with joy. But the recurring nightmare always left her feeling empty in her heart - in the dream, she was a daughter of the Republic of China, and she paid the wrong scholar, and even more so, the silent sworn brother who died for her.
Until that day, Lu Lin, a new educated youth in the village, walked into her sight through the dust.
The man's posture was upright, but his eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked at him without any warmth.
But Lin Xi was greatly shocked, and the enamel jar in her hand hit the ground with a bang.
That face... Was clearly the husband from her previous life who last stared at her in a pool of blood in her dream!
Here he comes.
But he didn't seem to recognize her at all.
Facing her careful probing, he only responded with a distant warning: "Comrade Lin Xi, please respect yourself."
Little Yang tasted the feeling of being depressed for the first time.
Okay, Lu Lin, you pretend not to know me, right?
In this life, it will be me who chases you!
No matter how coldly he treated him, she persisted in giving him water and food, smiling sweetly, taking full advantage of being the favorite of the group, and secretly vowed to warm up this piece of ice.
Just when she thought this was just her own journey of redemption, when she returned late at night, she was suddenly dragged into the dark alley by a figure.
The man's hot breath enveloped her with the pain and depression of two lifetimes, trapping her tightly. In his hoarse voice were overwhelming emotions that could no longer be concealed:
"Lin Xi, you provoke me over and over again..."
"Do you want to atone for your sins, or do you really want me?
