On the day of the divorce, my mother-in-law scolded me, "You can't live without my son." Later, when I became a top designer in the industry, she knelt downstairs in my company and begged me to come back.
This is the story of a woman who relied on herself to climb out of the abyss step by step.
There is no rescue by the boss, no golden finger, only the desk lamp in the middle of the night, the scrapped drawings, and the self that never gives up.
The flowers flow by themselves, and I shine by myself.
