The snow in the sixth year of Yonghe came earlier than in previous years. Ruan Fengsheng knelt on the blue brick floor of the Shenxing Department. Her thin cotton clothes could not withstand the cold air seeping from the cracks in the bricks. The nanny in charge's cane slapped the back of her hand, and a red mark immediately appeared...
Reader comments
It's well written and very graphic. It would be great if made into a short drama.
It's well written and very graphic. It would be great if made into a short drama.