Feet are the first impression I have after coming into this world.
A woman's three-inch golden lotus should be small enough, arched enough, pointed enough, narrow enough, pretty enough, covered with colorful and exquisite patterns, shyly hidden under the hem of the skirt, take three steps forward, take one step back, be frail and not shy.
Men in the world prefer this thing that breaks bones and rots skin. They write poems and rhymes about it, enjoy it at parties, and even use it as a criterion for selecting brides.
Even if you can't figure it out, you still have to follow it.
To be a human being, you must adapt to the laws of the world.
I tore the beautiful green tail in half, stained the skirt with blood, put on the colorful shoes, and started to behave like a human being.
Yes, in my previous life, I was just a little fish demon.