I spent ten years of secret love and three years of marriage in love with Zhang Jiaming, but in exchange for it, he allowed me to have a miscarriage and infertility, and my grandmother died tragically for the sake of my "benefactor"'s daughter. In the end, a divorce agreement forced me to leave the house.
After my heart died, I picked up the half-page "Jinxiu Atlas" left by my mother, and started by setting up a stall in the night market, weaving all the pain and betrayal into my Jinxiu career.
When I established a foothold in the industry as an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, my ex-husband who once regarded me as dust appeared in front of me with red eyes and began to confess and make amends.
This time, the shuttle of fate is in my own hands.
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