In my previous life, I believed the educated youth's sweet words and gave up returning to the city for him.
As a result, after he was admitted to college, he married the factory director's daughter, leaving me in a mountain village to live in a miserable life.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to 1977, and that educated youth was kneeling in front of me to propose marriage.
This time I tore up his love letter in public and signed up for a college entrance exam cram school.
Many years later, he knelt downstairs in my company and begged for a job.
And I held my arm with my brother Bing and my husband and said softly: "All cleaning staff need a bachelor's degree."
