In 1965, when she returned from the third line of college, her adoptive parents died in a flood in the past five years, leaving only her five-year-old sister Wang Qianqian who was sent back to the courtyard. As soon as I got off the train, I heard that the people in the courtyard were starting to have plans for my sister. There is no system or golden finger, but my life was bought by my adoptive parents. Anyone who dares to touch a hair on Sissi's head will know what it means to be a soldier.
