After getting divorced and raising a baby, I left the house and washed dishes in a restaurant just to support myself and my baby.
Not willing to bow to fate, I gritted my teeth and stepped into the workplace, working hard to grow on my own step by step.
Here I met him who was six years younger than me.
He doesn't mind my past, doesn't mind me taking care of my children, and dotes on me like the one he loves most.
With his company and support, I gained a firm foothold in the workplace and finally took up writing my own story.
From muddy bottom to sparkling light, I finally lived as my own light.
