On the day Jiang Qiao got married, Yu Jin stood upstairs and looked coldly at the thin figure entering from the side door.
"Young master, this is the fourth wife of the master. His surname is Jiang. He is..."
Once you enter the house, you will be trapped for life.
Like the snow foam in the cold winter in Beiping, it quietly melts into the warm sunshine of spring.
There is no trace of it anymore and no one remembers it.
Intention: Under the power structure of the old feudal family, how do the lower-class individuals become alienated into playthings, and eventually die silently in the cracks with nowhere to escape.