On a rainy night, abandoned by a wealthy family, she curled up in a ten-square-meter attic holding the few remaining coins.
The ideal of a cultural relic restorer is as pale as paper in the face of reality. In the eyes of outsiders, the life of "Mrs. Qiangu" is not as good as that of a person with a sticker on the entrance to an alley.
Until she found half of an ancient painting in a broken book that overlapped with her dream, the gears of fate began to turn.
The ex-husband who once coldly said to her, "Make a price", is now kneeling in front of the whole world, holding a ring with a "broken scroll in gold" as a ring, symbolizing brokenness and rebirth, and praying tremblingly:
"The business model, equity structure, everything is decided by you. My only request is - let me come back to you."
But she just smiled slightly, took a step forward, and held his hand.
From brokenness to completeness, from attachment to side by side, she finally lived her life as a beam of light that broke out of a cocoon.
