Reborn in the 70s: I Won’t Be a Youth-Educated Wife Again

In my previous life, I bore him a son, but when he returned to the city, he left us behind with one sentence: "We never registered the marriage, so it doesn't count."

When our son grew up, he looked just like his father and left me behind too, going to the city to enjoy the good life.

Reborn on the day the educated youth arrived in the village, I turned away and walked toward the figure at the village entrance: the demobilized soldier who had collected my remains in my previous life.

In this life, I married him, and together we built a wonderful life.

Then one day, that educated youth suddenly stopped me. "I remember everything now... What happened to our child?"

I clasped my husband's arm and smiled faintly. "Comrade, I think you've mistaken me for someone else."