I want to write a series titled "Twelve Beauties in the City" to record the joys, sorrows and joys of twelve women. Sometimes it may be in the form of a novel, sometimes it may be in the form of random thoughts, I'm not sure. The one posted here now is No. 1 Chai, a woman who looks like Lin Daiyu and Qingwen. She fought, loved, hated, and maybe still hates me. When I asked her for her opinion and asked her if I could post our story here, she refused, saying she "wanted to forget it." However, I wanted to record it, so I made some additions and changes to the story, and also concealed our real names. If she reads this here one day, I hope she can understand the meaning of what I posted here. She was a person who dared to love and hate, but her family was too deeply tied to her. In the end, in order to satisfy her family and give her children a healthy growth environment, she gave up. She gave up her dreams and the hard-earned reality. Like Lin Daiyu and Qingwen, she was good at fighting against fate, but in the end, or so far, she failed. I feel sorry for her.
I also briefly recorded her love. I think of "Lake of Love" written by a friend, with its ethereal and sad beauty, and the weeping love-sickness. Is it true that only when one party leaves this world can the other party wake up? And then knelt on the Sansheng Stone and begged for thousands of years, just to hold hands again in the next life?