Someone occupied her body for seven years. He waited for her for seven years.
When Shen Jingshu was twelve, an accident left her injured, and a transmigrator took over her body.
She could only watch as “she” hurt her family, despised her childhood friend Zhou Jingyan, and got entangled with a scumbag, unable to fight back.
At eighteen, the transmigrator threatened her family with suicide to make them let her be with the scumbag. Shen Jingshu fought with all her might and reclaimed her body.
But her memories were jumbled, and she believed she had transmigrated into a book set in the 1970s, with the real Shen Jingshu as the “original owner.”
She carefully mended her relationships, dumped the scumbag, and married Zhou Jingyan, the soldier who had waited seven years for her.
It wasn’t until she lost consciousness from a postpartum hemorrhage that she finally saw the truth:
She hadn’t transmigrated into a book. The transmigrator was the intruder.
And the taciturn man had known from the very beginning that she had come back.
“I waited for you for seven years, not so you could atone, but so you could come home.”
