Ninth Concubine

[Prologue] She stood there, waiting in a daze. This sorrow without tears felt like her own hands were squeezing her throat shut. Cries rose and fell all around her, rumbling in her ears, yet she could still hear herself breathing. Her chest rose and fell, and her heart was still beating. She slowly raised her gaze, little by little. In the clouds of smoke overhead, she saw clouds drifting freely, soundless and still. She suddenly lowered her head. The clouds she had just seen so clearly had turned into floating corpses. They were no longer on solid ground. One, two, three... They floated in pools of blood, crisscrossed with the blood of others and her own, soundless and still. There were clouds in the sky and people on the ground. The clouds above were still alive, while the people below were utterly dead. They were dead, and the stray bullets had died with them. Her eyes returned to the living clouds above, while her nose could not avoid the dead on the ground. Amid the charred corpses, her face looked as vivid as a demon's… [Jin Wendi's Column] [Jin Wendi's Original Works] [Jin Wendi's Completed Works] #favorite_1{color:red;font-weight:bold;} Theme: Republican-era theater life and household power struggles, that's it