Ji Tingting always felt that her life was like a passerby, trying her best but still not being able to sit at the main table.
When she was a child, she was a guest at her father's house; when she grew up, she was a guest at her husband's house; when she grew old, she became a guest at her son's house.
She grew up in her father's house, worked hard in her husband's house, and finally rested in her son's house. This life is worth it, and it seems to be worth it. But when it comes to happiness - the whole family has passed through her body, why should she only be a guest? Family happiness, whose happiness is it?
"A home crawled out of my body, but this home does not belong to me."
The cover is thanks to Teacher Wu Ling for sending me the base picture.
Concept: Her life is like a passer-by, also called happiness
