In the late autumn of 1976, Chen Sui died under her husband's fist. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the day before she was beaten to death.
She endured it for eight years in her previous life, but she couldn't bear it anymore in this life. At night, she held her daughter with a high fever and stopped a bus bound for the provincial capital. There was a taciturn veteran in the car. He didn't ask anything and just silently placed the warm water bottle next to her.
Without a household registration or a letter of introduction, she went from being a nanny to a noodle shop owner with her cooking skills. That driver "dropped by" again and again, delivering white noodles and brown sugar. He would just put them down and leave, never saying much.
Until the man who beat her for eight years came to her door - Shen Huai stood in front of her: "She is a free person, not anyone's property."
This is the story of a woman who crawled out of the mud. It is also a story about a rough man who healed her half-life fear with his clumsy tenderness.
If someone stops and asks you where you are going, someone will accompany you throughout your life.
