When the apocalypse hit, Li Shuran dodged zombies and survived famine, only to die miserably at the point of a knife wielded by the best friend she had trusted with her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated to the 1970s, becoming the Li family's youngest daughter, a frail, simple-minded girl everyone in the compound loved to mock.
Luckily, the personal space that had stayed by her side through the apocalypse came with her. It was stocked with grain, medicine, supplies, and everything else she could need, so she would never have to worry about food or clothing.
In her previous life, she had been all alone, seen the harshness of human nature, and been betrayed. She had never known even a moment of warmth.
In this life, she had parents and family who loved her with all their hearts and would protect her.
With her space in hand and her family at her back, Li Shuran wanted nothing more than a peaceful life: to keep her parents and brothers safe, and enjoy a comfortable existence with plenty to eat and wear, year after year.
She had only wanted a quiet life, but unexpectedly rescued Qi Yanchen, a stern, taciturn, celibate regiment commander with a distinguished record of military service.
Before he met her, he gave off an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance, and he had never been interested in women. But with her, and only her, he fell in love and lost his heart.
Everyone said he was cold-hearted and not someone to cross.
Only he knew that from the moment he met her,
all he wanted was to protect her for the rest of his life, give her a lifetime of peace, promise her years free from worry, and love her with all his heart, never letting her down.
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