>The women in our village are born to pave the way for men.
>When I was ten years old, my mother coughed up blood and died on a rainy night, and my father used a straw sweeper to sweep away the last of her body heat.
>When I was fifteen years old, my younger brother stole the tuition fees I had saved for five years. My father said, "It's a waste of rice and food for a girl to study."
>At the age of eighteen, they traded me for a sow that could give birth to piglets and gave it to my younger brother as a bride price.
> Behind the carved iron gate of a mansion in the city, the president pinched my chin and said, "It really looks like a wild camellia in the mountains."
>But when Bai Yueguang fell down the stairs, everyone only saw my "pushing" hand.
>In the pool of blood, she smiled and whispered: "Your miserable life is only worthy of being used as a stepping stone for me."
