In her lifetime, the luckiest thing was meeting her husband, who gave her a home and healed the pain of her shattered family.
Others said she was the backbone of the Lian Family, but she knew she was not; it was her husband. His optimism and resilience gave her hope whenever she felt she couldn't go on, strengthening their family's confidence to persevere.
She tried her hardest to endure, and her entire family did everything they could to cope until they finally found relief.
But she could no longer bear it, crushed by the accumulated pain of the fall of the Marquis's Mansion, years of fatigue, and overwhelming worries and longing for her younger daughter.
Whenever she thought that it was her decision that pushed her little daughter away, sending her thousands of miles away to the Clan Uncle, leaving her to travel alone, lost without a trace, not knowing whether she was dead or alive, her heart was unbearably pained.
