After emerging from the forest, the soft and quiet glow just fell on the corner of the temple's eaves.
Chu Yuanyuan put her hands on her hips and put one foot on a slope, breathing heavily. She looked at the temple in front of her in astonishment. The place that was so sacred in her mother's eyes was actually a place that was even worse than her pigsty.
Like a metaphor from the gods, we meet and fall in love again and again, and we part again and again. Nearly isolated from the world, the women living in the mountains are open-minded yet narrow-minded, conservative yet striving to make progress. Love and trivial life connect different female stories in the mountains.
Passionate
