In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, in the deep courtyards of the Jiangnan water town, etiquette was like shackles and people's hearts were like poison ivy. She had been dependent on others since she was a child, and had lived a life of dependence on others at her uncle's house. Her aunt's acrimony, her cousin's jealous calculations, and her cousin's frivolous coveting had created an airtight net, trapping her in it. Beneath her seemingly gentle and gentle appearance, is her forbearance at every step. The truth about her parents' early death was hidden. The dowry was swallowed up, the marriage was disrupted, everything was done with sharp blades, and she was cut to pieces. When warmth is crushed by reality, when kindness cannot be exchanged for life, she puts away all her weaknesses, sharpens her claws and claws in the nefarious calculations of her parents, and hides her intentions in the undercurrent of the house fight. There is no fairy tale redemption, only the determination to fight evil with evil. Every counterattack is stained with mud, and every calculation is filled with blood and tears. The wind and rain in this deep house will eventually be torn apart by oneself, but the road to revenge and survival is destined to be paved with thorns and a cold half of life.
