Transmigrando para o Livro na Década de 70: Flertando com o Deus dos Homens, Pesquisando para Enriquecer e Revitalizar a Pátria
Shen Zhi Yi viveu 18 anos antes de descobrir que era a esposa descartável de um romance de época. A mulher que renasceu roubou seu noivo e ainda a difamou? Uma carta de denúncia fez o casal de canalha
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Summer, 1973.
In the shimmering shadows of the woods, Shen Zhiyi leaned against a tree, gasping for breath.
“Brother, I can't go any further. I want to rest here for a bit.”
The man walking with her nodded. “Alright, wait here and don't wander off. I'll be nearby looking for medicinal herbs. If anything happens, just shout, okay?”
Shen Zhiyi nodded, and soon she was alone.
She glanced around, finally settling herself beside a large stone.
Hidden in the surroundings, the soldiers were stunned.
Song Huaichuan, precisely mistaken for a seat: speechless.
Yet Shen Zhiyi, oblivious to the truth, took off her straw hat and used it as a fan, gently waving it.
She appeared peaceful, but inwardly, tears streamed down her face. Who could truly understand?
She was born with memories intact, always believing it was because she hadn’t drunk the soup of oblivion.
It was only half a month ago she discovered the truth—she had transmigrated into a novel!
The system arrived late, and was anything but proper—obsessed with risqué tasks, both “red” and “yellow.”
The so-called “yellow” was the inappropriate kind, the kind that meant seduction.
This perverse system demanded she charm the soldier across the mountain.
Oh, that would be Song Huaichuan, now unwittingly serving as her cushion beneath her.
Song Huaichuan, male, twenty-six years old, eldest grandson of the Song family in the capital’s compound. He graduated from the military academy at eighteen and has served e