An innocent and ignorant girl gradually becomes independent and mature: At the age of 18, the heroine felt that love is the ray of morning light that pierces the darkness at dawn, the warm sun in winter, the breeze in spring, and the brightly blooming flowers in summer. At the age of 28, the light has dimmed and the flowers have lost their color. Disappointment eroded her heart bit by bit. At the age of 38, although the light had passed and the flowers had withered, there was still a little hope for love. Now, love was dead, her heart was cold, and she no longer lived with that person. She was living well on her own, but she was too lazy to divorce.