"Ding, mission complete. In ten days, the Host can return to the original world." The moment the System notification rang out, my hands froze as I scrubbed the military uniform. After transmigrating to the 1970s for ten years, I had endured my husband's indifference and my son's distance, yet at this moment I nearly laughed out loud. Fu Chunlin withheld half my wages again, saying as if it were only natural, "Give it to Xiaotang for rent first." I swallowed my protest and stopped trying to stop him. My son suddenly rushed in and shouted, "Dad! Auntie Xiaotang's in-laws are demanding three thousand yuan!" That was the last of my savings. Fu Chunlin snatched the bankbook from my hands, and my son joined in scolding me: "Mom, don't be so stingy!" The wind stirred the clothesline. Crouching beside the overturned washbasin, I suddenly laughed until tears came to my eyes. It didn't matter. In ten days, I would disappear forever.
