In an unexpected act of kindness on the train, she met the two-month-old him by chance, and his appearance changed everyone's fate;
Eight years later, she took her son to work hard in a southern city. They cried and laughed, were happy and sad, and it was just the life of mother and son;
Looking at her rough life, he was proud and arrogant and scolded her: Don't accept a life casually if you don't have the ability, and don't let your children be born and raised because of your own indulgence.
When she met her first boyfriend again, he said to her: My efforts were shattered by your appearance.
Whose responsibility? Whose fate? Whose side does she stay with in the most beautiful years?