[Transmigrate into a Book + Everyday Life in the 1980s + Slow-Build Romance + Mutual Healing + System]
After staying up all night and dying suddenly, Ning Xiaoming transmigrates into a book as a cannon-fodder character with the same name in the 1980s. She’s at her wit’s end: her father doesn’t care for her, her mother doesn’t love her, her college entrance exam slot has been stolen, and now she has to marry a cripple in her older sister’s place in exchange for bride price. In the end, she’s supposed to give birth to eight or nine children?!
Ning Xiaoming sneers and flips the table. A person can be killed, but never humiliated. She’s no breeding sow!
By chance, she binds herself to a junk exchange System and sneaks out that very night after rescuing a little girl who was abducted. She never expected the child to be the little princess doted on by the Lu family, or the biological younger sister of the novel’s male lead!
From then on, she has the strongest support she could ask for.
So what if she’s caught up in the plot? Ning Xiaoming is determined to tear up her cannon-fodder script and never be a pawn for others to manipulate again!
With the junk exchange System, she opens a general store beside the residential compound, selling everything from needles and thread to oil, salt, vinegar, and sauce. She builds a thriving life for herself, and faces the trials from the book in her own way, protecting the people she wants to protect with awkward but unwavering resolve.
At some point, a figure quietly enters her life, taking root so firmly that there’s no pushing him away.
She never deliberately drew close to him, and he never deliberately pursued her. Perhaps it was the moment he decided to head to the capital that the gears of fate began to turn.
His steadfast choices, time and again, and the affection he could never hide finally make her turn around one day. With the courage to burn her bridges, she runs toward him.
She scavenges junk, builds a life, and waits for the person slowly making his way to her.
[In the old days, travel was slow and letters took so long to arrive. A lifetime was just enough to love one person.]
