Back in the 1980s, After I Left, the Young Officer Regretted It

Lin Yue felt as if her head were splitting. Her consciousness struggled in a murky abyss, as though countless invisible hands were pulling at her, trying to drag her into endless darkness. At last, she suddenly opened her eyes. A small, mottled ceiling came into view. Its familiar yet unfamiliar patterns, like codes carved by the passage of time, instantly pulled her memories back to the distant 1980s.

She slowly sat up and looked around. A few old pieces of furniture stood in the bare room: a wooden bed, a battered wardrobe, and a small desk. On the desk sat