In a patriarchal family, I was the most disliked daughter. My younger brother poured pesticide into the rice vat. My grandmother insisted on washing the rice for cooking. My parents listened to other people's beliefs. I was the only one who knew the danger behind it. After I was reborn, I no longer meddle in other people's business and watched them pity themselves for their ignorance and misfortune. I have to pay the price for my partiality. The preference of this family has never belonged to me, so I will push away all this suffocating things with my own hands, rely on my own strength to step out of the mud step by step, live the way I want, and let all those who owe me a taste of the bitter fruits I have sown.
