Reborn in the 1950s: I’m Done Putting Up With This Miserable Life

Ye Qiutang lived to be seventy-three, and died with no one by her side. When she opened her eyes again, it was 1952 and she was seventeen. Her father was discussing with a matchmaker how to sell her off for a bride price. In her previous life, she’d bowed her head and climbed into the wedding sedan. This time, she smashed a bowl on the floor. “Anyone who wants to get married can do it themselves.”