[The heroine concentrates on her career, no CP, group portrait of women]
The system wanted me to be the male protagonist, a poignant light in my heart.
I want to live like a fire that starts a prairie fire in the history books.
"According to the plot, you will die of illness at the age of sixteen and become his eternal regret."
"Then what? Use my life to embellish his love story?"
I tore up the script.
I'll treat the disease myself.
I drive the road myself.
"A man's love is too small. I want the history books to open a page for me."
I teach girls to read, not to chant the wind and moonlight, but to understand land deeds and avoid being cheated.
I teach women medical skills, not to please anyone, but so that I can say "no" when the midwife says, "Keep them young."
The eldest princess became my supporter, the richest woman became my purse, and the knight-errant doctor became my death warrior.
We form an alliance to share resources and share dangers.
From a school, to a newspaper, to a network of women across the world.
Later, the male protagonist stood outside my school and looked at the crowd of women inside.
He finally understood that he could never keep the moonlight private.
Because the moonlight has filled the world.
The system asked me what exactly I wanted.
I look at my students, my allies, the thousands of sparks I have ignited:
"I want every woman to look up and know that there is already a place for us in the sky."
