At forty, she had once had elderly parents to care for and children to raise.
Day after day, year after year, she had let herself waste away in the drudgery of making ends meet, bowing her head to the endless chores of daily life.
But one day, the whirlpool of fate swept away everything she had relied on and scattered the people she leaned on. Her withered hands grasped and grasped, but she couldn't catch hold of the fabled lifeline.
Then, one day, still forty as ever and once so rough and worn, she somehow regained the figure and beauty she had at twenty. Heavens, was this a blessing or a curse?
Before she could get used to it, one of the younger people who had once entered her life as a junior showed up again. What was going on?
