Three sons, not a single one wanted her. Lin Shufen, frozen to death at the village entrance, opens her eyes to find herself back on the day she was buying a wedding apartment for her eldest son. The card is still in her hand, and the two million hasn't been swiped yet. This time, she didn't enter the password. Buying a house, buying a car, a nursing home, a pension—her sons were scheming loudly, but when she fell ill, did anyone ask a single question? When she turned and left, who was truly the one left homeless?