The beginning of destiny is a piece of paper, and the end of destiny is also a piece of paper. In the end, when people leave, the pieces of white paper that are burned are also scattered with the wind and the fire.
History should not be forgotten, sometimes it just changes clothes.
I hope you can always discover it and have new insights in it, but please don't forget that no matter when you have a needle and thread in your hands, you are also writing a new history.
This article cuts through the period of the Republic of China from a female perspective, those famines, those turmoils, those scattered.
What would you risk to survive?
Money? Right? Everything except your own life?
Or another life?
What happens after that?
Then how will you use your life to die?
