Seeking Light in the Frozen Abyss, We Tread the Dusty Road Together

The plight of the poor has never been just about having too little. It is a fateful shackle, passed down from generation to generation, with no escape. In her previous life, she was trapped by her family's demands, yielding again and again until half her life was gone, yet she never managed to climb out of the mire. Then a dream sent her back to 1978, where the divide between city and countryside stood before her like an unyielding wall of ice. She kept her sharp edges hidden and concealed the hardships she had endured. Rather than squabble over momentary gains, she quietly laid her plans, changed her family's course, and broke free of a life built on self-sacrifice. Beneath the rushing tide of the times, another person lay low, moving in secret, bearing the heavy shackles of the past as he waited for his moment. From their first meeting, they understood the weight and stubbornness hidden in each other's eyes. Neither dependent nor indulgent, they were kindred spirits, companions on the same road. In an era of scarce resources and rumors closing in, they faced the shackles of their times together and weathered the storms ahead side by side. They would break through the depths of the dust and find a glimmer of light, making the most of being reborn and of having met.