"The woman is under the roof.
When the woman is at peace, the family is at peace. "
She was fourteen years old when she entered the palace. She had no talents and only remembered one rule - don't think about things you shouldn't think about.
He was the young master of the Shen family, as gentle as jade, but he broke his leg, lost his future, and lost his sweetheart overnight.
Everyone is gone. She was the only one left.
With a porridge, a meal, a lamp and a charcoal, she picked up the broken days piece by piece and spelled them into the word "".
He asked: "Are maids also considered women?"
She couldn't answer it, but she spent her whole life writing the answer.
This is a story about a maid and a young master.
It's not someone who climbed onto someone's high branch, it's a light that never goes out in the middle of the night, or a pair of hands that refuse to let go on a rainy day.
From "slave" to "madam", from "dare not to look" to "for life".
There is snow under the eaves, but also warmth.
