In ancient times, cultivating immortals was as vague as smoke, and only after a few years of mortal world could the immortal gate be opened to admit new disciples into the mountain.
When two aristocratic families got married, they thought they were well matched, and even though they were not in love, they could treat each other with respect. After getting married, I had a son, but I didn't expect him to be as cold-blooded as his father - he favored his wife's wife and cared about his childhood sweetheart. The mother and son could not compare to the fragrance of others.
I originally wanted to stay in the back house and be a good wife and mother, but people's hearts cannot be replaced by people's hearts, and my kind thoughts have become a lever. A good person is bullied by others, and a good horse is ridden by others. In this case, I don't want this virtuous and kind person anymore.
If the family is not a family and the husband is not like the husband, then - tear off the skin of gentleness and destroy the whole house of falsehood.
If you can't bear it anymore, you don't need to bear it anymore. If you can't survive, then go crazy.
