When the 80-year-old Mrs. Zhang took her last breath, heavy snow covered her skinny body. In her last life, she watched helplessly as her husband was forced to death by "filial piety", and her four flesh and blood withered one after another - the eldest son died at the construction site, the second son became a fugitive, the youngest son was raised as a gambler, and the youngest daughter withered at the hands of fists. After resurrecting her life, she returned to that fateful evening in 1978. Her husband was unscrewing the cap of the pesticide bottle with trembling hands. She grabbed the pesticide bottle and threw it at her blood-sucking parents: "You want to die? You must die, you cannibalistic debt collectors!" Everything was still too late, and she still had the ability to change...
