This is a story as simple as boiled water. There is no gorgeous exaggeration or earth-shattering love. All it has is the past of an ordinary girl in a corner of this era.
In this story, there are sunsets and sunrises, pure unrequited love, twisted human nature, awakening after persistence, and a microcosm of that era and society. There is no protagonist in the story, everyone is a common being. It is a painting without special rendering, so the protagonist may be hiding in the wild or in the city. Different people look at the painting and have their own protagonists in their minds.
Jing'er, she was born in a family full of violence. Let's start with when she was a child. Just a few months after she was born, her father (that man was very patriarchal) pressed a few kilograms of weight on her body and covered her for several hours. The child loved to cry, and he was annoyed, so he stuffed the child's mouth with a towel. Maybe the child was destined to survive such torture.