Reborn in the 1970s: The Delicate Bride in the Rough Man's Arms

[Both devoted and pure | Mutual devotion | A slow, steady romance | Period setting | Cozy and healing]

In the autumn of 1975, Shen Wanzhou awoke from a long, lonely old age and returned to the age of twenty.

In her previous life, she followed her mother’s wishes and married Zhou Wenbin, who was “a good match.” She gained outward respectability but lived in a cold, empty tomb, alone until the end of her days.

This time, she tore up her movie ticket with Zhou Wenbin, picked up the accordion gathering dust, and headed straight for the most remote boiler room in the factory compound, where coal dust filled the air.

Facing a man in a worn-out uniform, his face covered in coal dust but his eyes bright and clear, she heard her own voice, trembling yet steady. “Master Lu, I can’t open my accordion. Could you take a look?”

Lu Huaizheng was a boiler worker with a troubled family background and few words. His face was scarred, his hands calloused, but he carried his father’s technical books close to his heart, along with a passion that burned bright and true.

He couldn’t say he loved her, so he clumsily protected her through his actions: clearing her path amid the rumors and gossip;

rushing everywhere to find blood when her mother was critically ill;

and, when the college entrance exams were reinstated, quietly gathering a whole sack of yellowed textbooks for her, saying only, “Go take the exam. I’ll wait for you.”

They fell in love amid the roar of the boiler room and stayed together beneath the starlight of the threshing ground.

She used her accounting knowledge to help him sort out his first set of books;

he used his rough hands to slowly build a future home for the two of them.

From an underground repair shop to rumors of their becoming ten-thousand-yuan households, through the storms of the times and into peaceful days, they had no golden fingers, only the security of holding hands and the determination to face every storm together.