On August 26, 1967, Jiang Suisui in Beijing slowly woke up, feeling as if she had been hit hard by a heavy hammer all over her body, with unbearable soreness. She groaned, slowly opened her eyes, looked around at the unfamiliar environment in confusion, and murmured to herself, "Uh...where am I?" As she spoke, she endured the discomfort and struggled to sit up on the bed, and began to look around.

The room was quite empty. Apart from a drab, unremarkable wooden table to the left, there was nothing else of interest. A few yellowed books were casually placed on the table, and a lamp of a style Jiang Suisui had never seen before stood at the corner, emitting a weak, yellowish light. A small mirror sat on the table, next to which were a round box and two red ribbons—items that looked old-fashioned and rustic.

Her gaze shifted to the table, where there was another dark-colored cabinet. Beside the cabinet stood a lonely, dilapidated chair, and Jiang Suisui was currently lying on a simple wooden bed. Looking at all this, a sense of fear and confusion rose within Jiang Suisui. "Where am I? I clearly remember falling asleep in my bed at home last night! Could it be… could it be that I was kidnapped and brought here by human traffickers? No, no way!" At this thought, a sudden, sharp pain shot through Jiang Suisui's head, as if countless steel needles were piercing her brain simultaneously.

Just then, a strange message flooded her mind—"Space, in! out!" Jiang Suisui subconsciously tried to follow that thought, and when she felt the familiar energy fluctuations, she exclaimed excitedly, "The space is still here! The space is still here! That's great!"

A torrent of memories surged forth from the depths of her mind like a flood bursting its banks. "An orphan, without father or mother!" These heavy, suffocating words struck her heart like a thousand-pound hammer, leaving a deafening echo.

It turns out that the original owner's brave and fearless father, three months ago, at that momentous time of great change, resolutely embarked on the path of military service. With fervent patriotism and unwavering faith, he threw himself into the fierce and brutal war to protect the peace and security of his country. However, the flames of war are merciless, and he ultimately sacrificed his life heroically, defending the dignity of the nation and the happiness of the people with his precious life.

The original owner's mother, already frail and bedridden, was struck dumb upon hearing the devastating news of her husband's passing, suffering a severe emotional and physical blow. Her fragile body, like a candle flickering in the wind, was instantly consumed by endless grief and despair. Despite her valiant three-month battle against her illness, she ultimately succumbed to the cruel hand of fate. Just five days ago, this poor woman, filled with pain and resentment, left this world forever.

Time flies, and yesterday arrived in the blink of an eye... With the help of my father's loyal comrades and kind and warm-hearted neighbors, we finally managed to properly handle the funeral arrangements for the original owner's mother.

You see, the original owner of this body was a beautiful and charming girl, the apple of her parents' eye since childhood, cherished and protected like a precious jewel. However, the devastating blow of losing both parents in such a short period was far too cruel and unbearable for this fragile fifteen-year-old girl. The immense grief and pressure overwhelmed her, causing her to fall ill and never wake up again from her coma.

Until today, Jiang Suisui, by a twist of fate, transmigrated into this body. Thinking of this, Jiang Suisui couldn't help but sigh inwardly: what a tragic and desolate beginning this is! Interestingly, the original owner's name was also Jiang Suisui, but this Suisui is not the same as the Suisui of the previous name; it refers to the ear of wheat. It is said that when the original owner was born, the country was newly established, and everything was in ruins, with the people living in extreme poverty and hardship. Perhaps it was out of hope and expectation for a better future that the original owner's parents gave her such a name, symbolizing harvest and hope. The original owner's parents hoped that she would never have to worry about food and clothing, and would have countless grains of rice to eat—a parent's most simple wish for their child: to never let her go hungry.

It's truly a pity! The original owner's parents were unable to witness their beloved daughter grow up, enter the marriage hall, and have children. They passed away one after another when the girl was just 15 years old, leaving this underage 15-year-old girl to struggle alone and desperately try to survive in this impoverished and difficult era.

Speaking of the original owner's father, he was a pitiful orphan who lost both parents during the turbulent years of war. After enduring countless hardships and vicissitudes, he finally met the original owner's mother by fate, and together they built a warm little family, finally having relatives of their own. However, the original owner's mother had a rather special background—she was the descendant of a capitalist. Around 1955, when she sensed changes in the domestic situation, her family resolutely decided to move to Hong Kong for stability. But the original owner's mother, unable to leave behind her beloved husband and young children, ultimately chose to stay behind alone in this land.

Back when the original owner's father was still alive, as a soldier who had fought valiantly for his country and enjoyed high prestige in the military, holding an important position as a military region leader, those with ill intentions, even if they coveted or harbored malice towards the original owner and her mother, had to fear his power and authority, and thus dared not act rashly. This allowed the original owner and her mother to live a relatively peaceful period. However, the original owner's mother always feared that her status as the offspring of capitalists would bring trouble to her family. Although she hid it well, she feared that she couldn't withstand inquiries from certain people. After the original owner's father passed away, the original owner's mother's health collapsed directly, and this was undoubtedly a contributing factor to her death.

Memories flooded his mind. "1967...isn't that the beginning of our country's Cultural Revolution? Have I traveled back to 1967 in our country?" As the memories surged, "No, not my country. It must be a parallel world, with a similar historical and cultural trajectory to ours, but the names of the national leaders are different."

"Don't worry, Jiang Suisui, I will live well for you and avenge you," Jiang Suisui suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if something had left her body. "The original owner's soul," Jiang Suisui said in astonishment.

Now that you three are reunited, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you.