When she was five years old, Shen Lingwei's foot was broken. Grandma said it was for her own good.
Fourteen years later, she married into the Lin family. Her husband asked her if her feet hurt, and she said "it's okay." For the next ten years, he slept in the study and she stayed in the empty room.
Until a woman wearing a dress and walking with a wind opened the door of the Lin family courtyard. Lu Qingyuan didn't come to steal her husband, she came for another thing.
Shen Lingwei pulled out a yellowed leaflet from his mother's relic, a silver hairpin carved with orchids. Lu Qingyuan's hands were trembling, and he took out another identical one from his sleeve.
Under the moonlight, two leaflets were spread side by side.
"The harm of footbinding is worse than water and fire. Broken bones and tendons will cause lifelong pain."
The two women looked into each other's eyes. Not rivals, but sisters. It's not about fighting for a man, it's about fighting for a road.
They want to run away.
