On the thirtieth anniversary of my marriage to Li Jiguang, I suddenly died from overwork. For thirty years, I had worked like a beast of burden, caring for my paralyzed mother-in-law and raising our son to adulthood. I never imagined that with my dying breath, Li Jiguang would rip out my heart and transplant it into his first love. As my soul left my body, I was consumed by agony. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Jiang Jie from the factory came to arrange a match for me.
