Meng Jinyan was a fashionable city professional. She had a good family, a high level of education, a well-paying job, and a beautiful face. Her life couldn't have been smoother. Maybe Heaven couldn't stand how comfortable she had it, because on her way home from shopping at a boutique, an old minivan ran a red light and sent her flying dozens of meters. She died on the spot.
When she wakes up, she's the wife of Lin Jingci, a famous sickly man with a short life expectancy in the Lin household. She also has a little girl who's only just learned to call her Mama.
Who could blame her? For twenty-eight years, she'd lived a pampered, privileged life. How was she supposed to know how to be a good wife and raise a child?
The sickly Lin Jingci is handsome, gentle, and refined, but his health is terribly frail. He takes medicine all year round, needs to be held when he catches a chill at night, needs someone to support him when he walks during the day, and occasionally faints when his illness flares up.
By day, she nurses the baby and takes care of her husband. At night, she holds her husband in one arm and the child in the other.
Life is nothing short of miserable.
The day she packs her bags and prepares to run away, Lin Jingci appears at the dock, standing at the crossroads with a cane in his left hand and their child holding his right. She expects him to fly into a rage and send someone to drag her back. But instead, he says:
"Go. I'll take good care of Ru'er. Once you're out of Xuancheng, say you're unmarried and have no children. Find a good husband and live a good life."
Who could stand it? The sickly man and the little girl standing there, one tall and one short, are enough to bring her to tears.
Theme: Convey the selfless spirit of great love and devotion.
