After transmigrating to the 1980s, Lin Wanqing barely has time to adjust before she's forced to take her younger sister's place and marry Huo Jianguo, the poorest man in the village, a rough ex-soldier with a child in tow. On their wedding night, he tosses her a stack of small bills, all the family's money.
She thinks it's a humiliating transaction, the start of a miserable life. Facing a husband as cold as iron, a hostile sister-in-law, and a home with nothing in it, Lin Wanqing, a woman from the modern world, decides she won't accept her fate. She'll earn money and carve out a bright future for herself and that timid child in this impoverished era.
Then one day, at the bottom of his treasured wooden chest, she finds a yellowed diary. In familiar handwriting, it records a young man's humble yet unwavering secret love. And the person at the heart of that diary is none other than her. When he returns and sees her red-rimmed eyes, he is instantly at a loss. Clutching the diary, she asks in a trembling voice, “Huo Jianguo, did you know all along that I was the one who would marry you?” The man's eyes redden as he clenches his fists nervously, like a child awaiting judgment. His voice is hoarse. “...Yes. When I offered their family all my savings and asked for your hand, you were the one I wanted to marry.”
