(This is a fictional story, and the plot is also imaginary, please don’t delve into it, thank you)

In the ruins of the end of the world, Yang Qingyan relied on her wood power and wonderful medical skills to struggle for many years. However, who would have thought that a sudden explosion would allow her soul to travel through time and space and possess the body of a girl with a tragic fate in the 1970s - Yang Qingyan.

Original Yang Qingyan was maliciously drugged and had a one-night stand with Mu Nanhe. After getting the marriage certificate the next day, Mu Nanhe was urgently recalled to the army and stayed away for a whole year. During this year, the in-laws' treatment of her became more severe, and they were reluctant to even give her a hot meal, forcing her to starve to death. On the other hand, her parents' family treated her like a stranger and ignored her.

Yang Qingyan had just come through and felt extremely hungry and weak, but fortunately she had the wood ability. She quietly hid in the house, using her ability, feeling the familiar life force slowly repairing her severely damaged body. Soon, her originally pale face gradually became red, and her limbs also recovered some strength.

"My life was really miserable, but now that I have taken possession of this body, I, Yang Qingyan, will not let anyone bully me at will!"

She clenched her fists, and a look of determination flashed across her eyes. Thinking of her husband Mu Nanhe, whom she had never met, Yang Qingyan had an idea in her heart, "In this situation, I have to go to the army to find him first to get out of this predicament."

At the entrance of the troop, Yang Qingyan took a deep breath and walked in with her back straight. As soon as she entered the door, a young soldier came to greet her. Soon, the soldier took her to an office where the political commissar He Zhengping was.

"I'm looking for Mu Nanhe. I'm his wife." Although Yang Qingyan's voice was a little soft due to weakness, it revealed unquestionable firmness.

Hearing this, Political Commissar He Zhengping could not help but look at the girl in front of him who was as thin as a bean sprout in surprise. He never thought that Mu Nanhe, a man of great integrity, would have a wife who looked like this...

"Are you really his wife?" He Zhengping asked, his eyes full of suspicion.

Yang Qingyan was not in a hurry. She reached into her worn pocket and fumbled for a while. She took out a slightly worn marriage certificate and handed it to He Zhengping, saying, "Yes, it's genuine."

He Zhengping took the marriage certificate and examined it carefully. After confirming that it was correct, he relaxed a little and said, "He just came back from a mission and is still reporting to the troops. I'll take you there first."

Yang Qingyan nodded slightly.

Before I knew it, I had walked to a door and was waiting quietly.

Not long after, I heard a steady and powerful sound of footsteps coming from far away. Then, a tall and straight figure appeared at the door. It was Mu Nanhe. He walked out of the house slowly with firm steps, and every step was accompanied by an innate majesty and confidence.

Mu Nanhe's eyes swept around casually, but when his sight fell on the girl not far away, he froze instantly.

The girl was standing there quietly, her figure as slender as a willow branch swaying in the wind, as if she would be broken at any time, giving people a feeling of fragility. Her palm-sized face looked a little yellow due to long-term malnutrition, but even so, it was still difficult to hide her delicate facial features. Her pointed chin was slightly raised, revealing a little bit of stubbornness that was not easy to detect; her eyes, as clear and moving as autumn water, were staring forward at this moment, not only clear and pure, but also revealing a stubbornness and tenacity, as if she would not give in easily no matter how many difficulties she encountered.

Looking at the girl's clothes, they were covered with countless patches and had become worn out due to the years. They were in sharp contrast to the neat and orderly military environment around them and looked out of place. Despite this, Mu Nanhe recognized the girl at the first sight - she was his wife who had obtained a marriage certificate, although it was not his will at that time!

But the person in front of him was completely different from the one he remembered. Thinking back to the time when he saw her on their wedding night a year ago, she was still slim, but at least she still exuded some of the youthful vigor of a young girl. Who would have thought that after only a year, she would be so thin that she almost lost her human form...

Mu Nanhe looked at Yang Qingyan in astonishment, and for a moment he even forgot to speak.

Seeing that Mu Nanhe didn't say anything, He Zhengping broke the deadlock by saying, "Your wife is here to see you. Take her to live here first." Mu Nanhe nodded consciously and was about to reach out to grab Yang Qingyan, ready to take her to his single dormitory.

He Zhengping raised his hand to stop him, and added: "Since your wife is here, your single dormitory is no longer suitable for you to live in. You can move to the family compound where Captain Liu lives. He was discharged from the army due to an injury, and he has all the furniture and everything. You can move in directly with your luggage, and it will also be convenient for you to take care of your wife."

Mu Nanhe nodded again. He Zhengping turned around and told the guard Xiao Li: "Xiao Li, go to Captain Liu's house and clean up first. Be quick." Guard Xiao Li responded and ran away to carry out the task.

He Zhengping brought them to the reception room, and Yang Qingyan then carefully looked at her so-called husband.

Mu Nanhe stood straight, like a pine tree, with a tall and straight temperament forged by a long military career. Perhaps because he had just finished his mission, his military uniform was still a little torn, and the corners of his clothes swayed gently in the wind, as if telling about the thrilling past. His expression was a little tired, and there were bloodshot eyes, but this did not affect his handsome face. His high nose bridge stood out like a peak, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to his face; his eyes were like a deep and bottomless cold pond, and seemed to be able to see into people's hearts. If you look at them inadvertently, you can feel the sharpness and calmness contained in them.

She had to admit that his handsome face, tall stature, and perfect facial features were exactly what she liked. However, when her thoughts went back to the past year, an irrepressible irritability surged into her heart like a tide.

For a whole year, this man did not stay with Yuan for even a moment. During this long period of time, poor Yuan suffered harsh treatment from her husband's family, and lived a miserable life.

However, as a husband, he turned a blind eye to it, as if Yuan's life and death had nothing to do with him. In the end, Yuan was mercilessly starved to death at home, ending his tragic life.

Recalling these past events, her anger and resentment became stronger. Although she was now facing this charming man, those painful memories always lingered, making it impossible for her to really like him.

The atmosphere in the room was a little solemn for a while. After a long time, He Zhengping took the lead in breaking the silence, his eyes fell on Yang Qingyan, and asked with some concern and doubt: "Why did you come to see Mu Nanhe at this time?"

Yang Qingyan lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow on her eyelids. Her voice was slightly aggrieved and unsatisfied, and she said softly: "I was treated very harshly at my husband's house. I had to get up before dawn every day to work. I was responsible for all the dirty and tiring work at home, but when it was time for dinner, I ate the least. I was often so hungry that I felt dizzy and didn't even have the strength to walk. I really couldn't stand it, so I thought I must get rid of this predicament, so I came to find him."

Mu Nanhe, who was standing by, was shocked when he heard this, and his brows furrowed tightly. Before he left for the mission, he had asked his comrades to help him send 50 yuan back to his family, and he had also specifically told them to give 30 yuan to Yang Qingyan as living expenses. But now seeing her skinny appearance, it was obvious that the money had not fallen into her hands at all, otherwise how could she not even have enough to eat? Thinking of this, Mu Nanhe's heart was full of self-blame and anger. Although he did not marry her voluntarily at the beginning, he had to take responsibility for her for the rest of his life after marrying her. At the same time, he was angry that his family treated Yang Qingyan like this.

He Zhengping turned his gaze to Mu Nanhe, with a questioning look in his face: "Didn't you tell your family before you went on this mission?"

Mu Nanhe pursed his lips, a trace of regret flashed across his face, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes, but..." He paused and didn't say anything else.

Seeing that Mu Nanhe looked embarrassed, He Zhengping did not ask any more questions. He sighed slightly and said, "I think Xiao Li has already cleaned up. You can take your wife to the family courtyard first." After that, he stood up first and walked towards the family courtyard with Mu Nanhe and Yang Qingyan.

Along the way, He Zhengping reminded Mu Nanhe a few more times, asking him to spend more time with his wife and take care of his health, and that he would not take care of the army's affairs for the time being. Mu Nanhe agreed one by one, and was grateful for He Zhengping's care.

Yang Qingyan followed beside him, silently observing everything around her. In the 1970s, the military compound had neatly arranged houses and green trees. Occasionally, a few children could be seen playing and laughing in the open space. It was completely different from the desolate and desolate world of the end of the world, which made her look forward to the future life a little more.

When they reached the door of the room, before they opened it, they heard someone shouting, "Someone, save my child!"

It turned out to be the sound coming from the house of Captain Luo Huihong next door. They rushed out in a panic, holding a little boy. The boy's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked lifeless, as if he had lost consciousness. A few people gathered around them in an instant, and everyone looked worried, but they were at a loss.