When I woke up, I became a beautiful little widow who was a martyr in the 1980s. My husband-in-law called me my nemesis, and the whole hospital was waiting to see my joke.
Then I picked up my books and was admitted to Peking University, where I became a translator and engaged in foreign trade, and became prosperous.
Until that day, the legendary officer husband who "died in the line of duty" came back alive.
He observed me incognito for a long time, and finally held down my hand where I was filling out the study abroad application form: "You are not allowed to leave, you have to be responsible for me."
