In the 1970s, against the backdrop of a military marriage, raising children, and following the army to the northwest, with themes of marriage before love and the tale of the real and fake heiresses—An
An Yan had just regained consciousness, her head heavy and muddled, still unable to make sense of her surroundings when the sounds of smashing objects and a woman's weeping drifted up from downstairs.
“I’m telling you, An Jie, we’ve only just found our real daughter. I don’t care if she’s supposed to marry some battalion commander or not—that’s the remote northwest mountains!”
Dragging her weary steps, An Yan opened the door and peered out. She saw a middle-aged couple in their forties: the man stood by the window, smoking, brow furrowed with worry, while the woman sat on the sofa, sobbing endlessly.
Who were these people?
Hadn’t she already died?
The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap.
She had transmigrated—and landed in the 1970s, a time and place where people had little to their names.
The good news was that she had arrived in a relatively well-off family. But as her memories clarified, she realized the bad news: her supposed identity as the An family’s cherished daughter was a lie.
Seven days earlier, the true daughter had come to claim her place, throwing her life into chaos.
Originally, the former An Yan’s birthday—two months away—was to be her engagement day. She was about to marry into wealth, living as the wife of a prominent family. But now, with the true daughter’s sudden appearance, she was being pushed aside.
The original An Yan was furious—she had wished she could swallow the real daughter whole.
At first, the An family had intended to keep both girls. After all, the family