O combatente da Resistência, Xu Feng, após a vitória na Guerra de Resistência, não quis participar da guerra civil e voltou para sua terra natal, decidido a viver uma vida tranquila. Para sua surpresa, logo no início, um vizinho lhe perguntou se ele queria uma esposa e trouxe-lhe uma "mulher surda e muda". Ao ativar o sistema de afinidade, Xu Feng descobriu através do sistema que, na verdade, ela era uma soldado japonesa chamada Kobayashi Yukiko... Assim, Xu Feng não teve escolha a não ser aceitar Kobayashi Yukiko, investigando gradualmente sua verdadeira identidade. Com a ajuda do sistema, Xu Feng conseguiu viver uma vida cheia de emoções e prosperidade em uma época de caos, pobreza e incerteza, quando tudo precisava ser reconstruído.
Bang bang bang—
The urgent knocking startled Xu Feng awake from his dreams.
He opened his eyes and stared at the shabby beam above his head, his mind still foggy. The light outside was dim, the faint glow of dawn—early morning.
“Fengzi! Fengzi, are you home?” came Old Li’s booming voice from beyond the door, tinged with urgency.
Xu Feng sat up, grabbed a tattered cotton jacket and draped it over his shoulders, then walked to the door and asked, “Uncle Li, what brings you here so early?”
“It’s good news! Hurry, open up!”
Xu Feng drew back the bolt, and there stood Old Li from the village, with another person behind him.
The second figure kept their head bowed, a tangled mass of black hair obscuring most of their face. Their clothes were so filthy their original color was lost, and they were so thin as to resemble a bamboo stalk.
“Fengzi, look—I’ve brought you something good,” Old Li grinned, “Want a wife?”
Xu Feng was stunned, his gaze lingering on the silent figure. Despite the dirt, the shape clearly belonged to a young woman.
“Uncle Li, what’s going on?”
“This girl’s deaf and mute. Found her a few days ago in the ravine, nearly starved to death.” Old Li patted her shoulder. “You live alone, not easy, and you could use someone to look after you.”
Xu Feng frowned, about to refuse, when a sudden, sharp pain erupted in his mind.
A flood of unfamiliar memories surged—comrades from the resistance lying in pools of blood, himself dragging a wounded body through snow, Japanese soldiers in pursuit, t