In 1977, Lin Wanqing was reborn in the snow of Beidahuang. In my previous life, I wasted thirty years getting married just to repay my kindness. Faced with that bowl of ginger soup in this life, she never said "I will marry you" again. Raising pigs, taking college entrance examinations, setting up street stalls, going south to Shenzhen, buying back equity with a loan shark of three million yuan - in 1997, she stood under the fireworks at Victoria Harbor. He asked someone to tell him: "I pretend to be a person in my heart, and she has seen the sea for me." For twenty years, she has become someone who is not worthy of him.
