One second, I was still a millionaire blogger held in the palm of my domineering husband; the next second, I passed through an ancient farmhouse and became the little daughter-in-law whose mother-in-law forced me to get up at four o'clock. Under the red hijab, my husband who came with me held my hand tightly and swore: "Wanwan, I still only want you in this life."
We made an agreement: he would take the imperial examination, and I would sell embroidery to save money and find a way back home. My Suzhou embroidery skills became a golden finger and earned him fame as a scholar. But I was still infertile, until I discovered that the "replenishing soup" my mother-in-law sent me every day contained a poison that would kill my heir. The husband who had sworn the oath began to take concubines and maids naturally, and sang poems and wines with the powerful daughters.
He said that taking a concubine is expedient, and my real wife will always be me. But when the concubine entered the house dressed in red, when the concubine asked me to adopt him, when he angrily called me a "crazy woman" for collecting evidence, I understood that the husband who traveled through that day was already dead.
I burned the medical certificate and spent ten years embroidering it into a masterpiece. On a night of nine stars, my general brother, who had returned from the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, came in covered in blood: "Sister, I will take you home!" Before the light was swallowed up, the last sight was of him hugging his new concubine, drunkenly singing and dancing.
When I opened my eyes again, I woke up in a modern hospital bed. Outside the intangible cultural heritage studio, a young scholar pointed at my embroidery and said in a trembling voice: "This stitch... I have been looking for it for many years." The boy who was adopted by my parents next to me tugged at the corner of my clothes and said, "Sister, don't be afraid."
It turns out that someone stepped across the galaxy and turned the unfinished "I will protect you" in the previous life into the "I am here" day and night in this life. And in the news, the entrepreneur Lu Shenxing who always came to buy embroidery... When the monitor suddenly beeped, there was only a broken murmur: "Wanwan... Go home..."
