Levantando uma criança e casando de novo no complexo dos dependentes militares [60s]

"Quick, quick, quick! Jiancheng's wife has fainted! Hurry, get her to the clinic!"

A booming voice rang in Ye Qingzhi's ears, deafeningly loud. Then came a wave of chaotic noise, a persistent buzzing that made her head feel like it was about to split open. Moments later, her consciousness plunged into darkness, and she blacked out completely.

A long time passed before Ye Qingzhi slowly regained consciousness. Staring blankly at the ceiling of the clinic, she felt utterly dazed.

Just moments ago, she had received a flood of memories—or rather, the memories of this body.

Indeed, she was no longer her former self. To use a trendy term, she had transmigrated.

She had been perfectly healthy, her parents were alive and well, she had a doting older brother, and her job was easy and stable. She was a normal, happy person who met none of the typical criteria for transmigration. Yet, transmigrate she did—and into the year 1968, an era plagued by severe shortages of food and clothing.

Even if she had to transmigrate, why did she—a thirty-year-old who had been single since birth—have to become a mother of two? And a widow, no less?

Yes, a widow. A freshly minted widow.

The original owner of this body had fainted from the shock of receiving her husband's final letter, and when she woke up, she had become the new soul in this body.

Alas, the original owner was truly pitiful. She had married Wei Jiancheng at seventeen, became a mother at eighteen, and gave birth to their second child at nineteen. Before she