"I" was born in poverty, and I hoped that one day I could be taken away by a wealthy family like my sisters. When I gradually lost confidence in this dream, I couldn't help but choose my fate.
People from the "big family" felt guilty about me, so they tried their best to treat me well. Among them, the "young master" who felt the most guilty towards me was even more careful with me and tolerated all my "viciousness" and "violence". No emotion can withstand the greatness of time. It was only after many years that we gradually understood that his guilt had already turned into a more complex emotion, and my resentment towards him had long been diluted by time...