In sixteen years, the most expensive tuition fee she paid was half of her own face.
She originally thought that this deep house was just a place where sisters quarreled and the back house had secrets. Later, she realized that this place was not a house, but a jungle.
There is no medical lineage to help the world, and there is no elegant king or grandson to protect her. Grandmother's kindness was mixed with wine, and her aunt's smile was hidden with a cold edge. Even the servants could push her into a pit of fire for two ounces of money.
She once huddled under the high wall of Shen Mansion and shivered.
Until she burned the wedding carriage with her own hands and drowned her former weakness in the biting river water;
Until she learned to compete with vicious dogs for food and struggle to survive in the blood.
Later she finally understood:
If you want to survive in a world full of evil people, you must be more like a ghost than they are.
She doesn't want a bright future or a stable life.
She wanted to see that high platform crumble and all the hypocrisy be shattered.
Let the broken flower that was crushed into the mud——
Eviscerate, regenerate muscles, bloom again from hell.
