Modern-day office worker Jiang Xiaotang opens her eyes and finds herself in the famine-ravaged 1960s, as a timid, easily bullied young female intellectual in the Beidahuang reclamation corps, with a face beautiful enough to bring a kingdom to ruin.
The original host was drugged by a lecherous director and, with nowhere else to turn, stumbled straight into the arms of the most untouchable man in the entire corps:
Huo Xiao, once the youngest battalion commander, a decorated war hero who retired due to injury. Cold and ruthless by nature, he’s known as the “Living Yama.”
With the last of her clarity, the original host clung to him and begged for protection, and he had his way with her.
He had just been dumped by his fiancée and was brimming with rage. He assumed the woman had thrown herself at him out of shameless desire and despised her, yet he couldn’t get enough of her and couldn’t give her up.
When he opens his eyes again, the soul inside her has changed.
Jiang Xiaotang looks at the man on the bed, bristling with hostility, his gaze as cold as ice, and wants to die on the spot:
Whoever wants to clean up this mess can do it!
All she wants is food, work points, and a chance to survive. She’s staying away from men and choosing life.
From then on, she avoids him like the plague.
But he keeps closing in.
Before: Huo Xiao sneers, “Jiang Xiaotang, stay away from me. I don’t want a woman like you.”
Later: Huo Xiao pins her behind a haystack, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with an all-consuming possessiveness:
“What are you hiding from? You were the one who threw yourself at me. It’s too late to run now.”
