She is the general's concubine and the child he has raised for five years.
She was a thorn in the mistress's side and someone she came to see in the middle of the night.
She was the person in Basuzi's heart, and she was the person he gave up with his own hands.
He entered the government at the age of twelve and died at the age of seventeen.
That year, she acted like a domineering person and wiped out those who had bullied her one by one.
In those middle of the night, she pretended to be asleep, her eyelashes trembling, waiting for the person next to the bed to get up and leave.
The last day she walked on the porch, the sun was shining brightly, thinking about these things.
She thought: It would be better for everyone if she died.
Only she is bad.
But she's not okay, and that's okay.
No one ever asked her if she was okay.
All her life, she had been growing close to the ground like a vine without anyone seeing her. By the time anyone saw it, the frost had already arrived.
Intention: In a world where "family honor is greater than anything else", a person's life can be so light that even he feels like he deserves to die. It wasn't who killed her. Everyone felt that she deserved to die.