What? I transmigrated? All I did was one good deed, so how did I end up transmigrating? And to the 1950s or 60s, no less, as a little kid?
The house reeked of the times, and the people around me had sallow faces and wore black, white, and gray. Everything told me this was real. I wasn't dreaming. I had really transmigrated!!!
Good grief, how is an engineering student like me, who knows nothing about history, supposed to survive? The only thing I know about this era comes from the novels I read in my spare time.
But before I could even feel sad, I discovered something even more depressing: I didn't have a golden finger!!!
Once I finally accepted that, I figured that with the advantage of being from the future, I should at least be able to make something of myself, like the heroines in books. So I...
Secretly searched for the black market, turning the whole county upside down, only to find nothing. In the end, I had to give up.
Tried to talk my dad into doing business on the side, and he beat my bottom black and blue and locked me in the house.
So, stuck with my short little body, I had no choice but to put my restless ambitions aside, study hard, and grow up properly.
After finally getting into college, I met someone I liked and thought that living an ordinary life like that would be just fine. But fate had other plans. That was merely the calm before the storm, the beginning of a long ordeal. There were several times when I wanted to end it all, but in the end I held on. Still, the light had left my eyes, and my heart was covered in scars. Time and again, I woke from dreams of the past to find my face wet with tears and my pillow soaked...
Theme: An ordinary college student transmigrates to the 1950s or 60s, hits a wall at every turn, and eventually accepts her fate. A story showing the helplessness and sorrow of the people who lived through that era.
