He committed suicide by jumping off a building, but he didn't succeed. When he opened his eyes, he was hanging on someone else's window sill! Is there a crying baby in your arms? !
My head exploded—I was reborn in the body of my sister who was suffering from postpartum depression and was about to jump off the building!
Memories of the original owner came flooding back: widowed parenting, cold eyes from her husband's family, and the moral kidnapping of "being a mother is strong"... Made her breathless. And the shadow of my own severe depression is always with me. Double depression is superimposed, hell mode is on!
But I can't die now, not only for the sake of the baby in my arms, but also for the sake of my "borrowed" life. Soul exchange? Then join forces to flip the table! Smash the "perfect mother" arch and kick out the blood-sucking family kidnapping. In the same body, two desperate women began to help each other clumsily: she taught me to coax the baby to survive, and I taught her to say "no" to PUA! Redemption goes both ways. Her vulnerability awakened my desire to survive, and my "disguise" taught her to let go of her shackles. We have to tear off all the labels in this scarred body and "pin" ourselves again - I can live however I want! From the edge of postpartum depression, can two broken souls fight back and live an undefined life?
