Late Autumn Snow

The sky in her eyes is only square; the road under her feet has long been paved with red makeup, leading to another exquisite cage. Until that day, a man covered in snow and wind broke into her world. He taught her to look at the stars outside the wall, gave her the freedom to read forbidden books, and told her that women don't have to be just vassals. She saw a prairie fire in his eyes, and saw Juejue's back when he turned around. She thought love was walking side by side and cutting off his long hair. But he said: "Miss Cheng, your so-called awakening is just a game in the boudoir. You can't live without your rich clothes and food, and I have never loved you." That was the cruelest blow he had ever given her, and it was also the deepest protection he had ever given her. Because he knows that the road he wants to walk is a thorn bush paved with blood, which cannot accommodate half of the flowers in the greenhouse. Intention: The sense of personal powerlessness under the torrent of the times