When the Sun Sets

Fifty-eight-year-old Shu Yuting has lived half her life in repaying kindness, forbearing, and compromising, and has almost forgotten who she is. She is a doctoral supervisor in the classical literature major of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Peking University. She has been on the podium for half her life and has gained a lot of success. But when she got home, she was just a nanny who cooked and mopped the floor and couldn't have her own ideas. On her golden wedding anniversary, she finally bought the Burberry khaki trench coat she had been waiting for her whole life. Forty years ago she was not even qualified to reach out and touch it. Forty years later she put it on. But within a few minutes, the windbreaker was cut into pieces by my daughter-in-law with a pair of scissors. The son stood by and watched, the grandson sneered, and the wife Chen Jianguo kicked her to the coffee table. The blood on her forehead obscured her sight. She had reviewed the most difficult dates in the Ming and Qing chronicles, but she couldn't figure out how to get out of that door. Until she ran downstairs with bare feet, her hands and head still bleeding, and looked back at the house she had served for half her life - no one was chasing her. Before the sunset sets, there is always one last ray of light. After the divorce, she was reemployed by the Ancient Books Conservation Center of the National Library. I thought that all that was left in my life was returning books, filing them, and showing them to school. But the situation where the ancient book fragments were transferred, the hand of ex-husband Chen Jianguo, the web woven by daughter-in-law Lin Man and the treasury manager Zhao Yong came to cover the sky...