I hate myself because my clothes cover my poems, I raise my head in vain to envy my name on the list.
Chen Qing hated herself for fifteen years, hated that she was a concubine, hated that her aunt only loved her brother, hated that her father did not do anything, hated that she was destined to be just a stepping stone, hated that she was born a daughter, could not pass the imperial examination, could not achieve a career, and would be stuck in the quagmire her whole life.
Fortunately, God always took pity on her.
When she opened her eyes again after falling into the water, she came to a new world where men and women were equal and women could also make a difference.
Purpose: We will all become better versions of ourselves