If love has a price, how much are you worth?
They used their lives to write silent confessions, but they forgot to leave an "insurance policy" for themselves.
This is not a novel about insurance.
This is about how each of us, on the scale of "love" and "giving",
The book of awakening was priced silently, but how to reprice it in a desperate situation.
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It's the first time we meet, and it's not too much to give yourself a five-star review, right?
Perhaps this is not a novel in the traditional sense, but an illiterate attempt. It is a trilogy of various aspects of life, three solutions to the dilemma of an era.
Because this may be a story that you, or someone closest to you, is going through.
Have you ever looked at your family's sleeping faces after working overtime late at night and felt a sense of emptiness that overdraws your life?
Do you also feel that your value is being swallowed up by trivial matters in the day-to-day housework and childcare?
Have you ever doubted that those efforts that are regarded as "natural" are really "natural"?
This is not only a novel, but also a mirror that reflects reality and a sharp blade that pierces silence.
🌹Here you will see:
Cruel calculations about "love": When love and responsibility are clearly marked with a price, how should we measure our efforts?
Regarding the difficult awakening of "self": How to find the name of "my" in addition to the roles of "wife", "mother" and "daughter"?
Regarding the redefinition of "value": The value of an insurance policy is 32 million. How much is the value of a living person's companionship and care day after day?
About the warm possibility of "mutual aid": When personal power is small, how can ordinary people connect with each other and weave a safety net against the risks of life?
It's the first time we meet, and it's not too much to give yourself a five-star review, right? Perhaps this is not a novel in the traditional sense, but an illiterate attempt. It is a trilogy of various aspects of life, three solutions to the dilemma of an era. Because this may be a story that you, or someone closest to you, is going through. Have you ever looked at your family's sleeping faces after working overtime late at night and felt a sense of emptiness that overdraws your life? Do you also feel that your value is being swallowed up by trivial matters in the day-to-day housework and childcare? Have you ever doubted that those efforts that are regarded as "natural" are really "natural"? This is not only a novel, but also a mirror that reflects reality and a sharp blade that pierces silence. 🌹Here you will see: Cruel calculations about "love": When love and responsibility are clearly marked with a price, how should we measure our efforts? Regarding the difficult awakening of "self": How to find the name of "my" in addition to the roles of "wife", "mother" and "daughter"? Regarding the redefinition of "value": The value of an insurance policy is 32 million. How much is the value of a living person's companionship and care day after day? About the warm possibility of "mutual aid": When personal power is small, how can ordinary people connect with each other and weave a safety net against the risks of life?