The house is broken down in the cold winter, and the young son is dying. Credit for medicine was refused, and the parents' home was closed. Xiulan was forced to the cliff by fate. She carried a bag of wild vegetables and half a bowl of porridge with her life. The gift of a sewing machine was the first glimmer of light, and the worn out fingers were exchanged for the "Xiulan Sewing" sign. Her son's tuition fees were exploding like bombs. She mortgaged her life and exhausted her spine, clinging to a slim chance of survival amidst the obsolescence of technology and the trampling of her dignity. When a production capacity disaster struck, she tore up orders for inferior products and protected her bottom line with huge losses. Finally, on the podium of the "Renlan" brand, she realized that the desperate situation in life is just the beginning of one stitch at a time; the real peak is to make the clothes in her hands solidly and sew the glimmer of light into the eternal sun. A female epic that pierces suffering with needles and rewrites destiny with flexibility.
