There are only two visible paths in Yi Shen's life.
Give up the useless struggle, block out all the painful emotions, study hard, learn the ability to observe people's words, find a good job in the future, get married and have children honestly, raise the children in a mediocre way, and then die of illness, accident, or silently on some unknown day or night.
Or continue to struggle in the quagmire of ideals and reality, painfully insisting on walking your own path amidst society's sneers and illusions. Then she may have two endings: either she can survive until the clouds open and see the moonlight, and become famous and honor her ancestors; or she can be poor and penniless, spending her life in pain amidst the shaking heads and sighs of relatives and friends and the cynicism of passers-by, and achieve nothing until she dies.
What is the meaning of life?
Just when she gradually forgot about this childhood proposition, the third way appeared in front of her with the answer.