Everyone said that Chen Shuran married well. The husband is decent, the parents-in-law are liberal, and the life is as comfortable as a model drama.
Only she knew that in this delicate vacuum, breathing had to be measured. Tenderness turns into alienation, and thoughtfulness becomes the boundary. Under her perfect performance, the self is being silently strangled.
When she is diagnosed by a psychiatrist, when the first crack appears in the perfect mask - how to break this siege where no one is doing evil?
There was no break, no counterattack. This is a story about how to find one's own name inch by inch on the ruins of the identity of "wife" and "mother".
Salvation is never in the hands of others.
Cowardly, tolerant, and hesitant, my protagonist has no golden finger. He constantly compromises and struggles for everything life has given him. The process of self-healing is not a cool article, but a close-up of the lives of some women.
Concept: Conflicts and reflections on marriage, family, and growth