Wu Ling's concubine spent twenty-nine years making a bowl of coptis soup, and every bite was bitter.
I could have lived a stable life, but I ended up paying for my father Wu Shao... My father was an alcoholic, and although my mother was a good-natured woman, she was a beautiful woman with a poor life, and committed suicide by drowning herself in a river. In the painful life, he met Xiao Junling, and when he fell in love with her, his sweetheart was already a corpse in the ground.
Wu Lingconcubine's 29 years of fleeting but endless suffering,
It finally explains that "poor people must be hateful, and hateful people must be pitiful."
From then on, there was no door on the road to hell, and it was difficult to have peace in the dream of the world.
Intent: If the shadow of childhood cannot be illuminated, it will eventually engulf every soul that tries to struggle.
