In the war-torn times, she lived a forced life. She sold herself from a young age to being a child bride for a wealthy family. The bad guys from the landlord's family teased and tortured her every day. She often lived in a ruined temple at the entrance of the village. That year, there was a heavy rain, and she met a teacher who came to take shelter from the rain. He was wearing a blue robe and had an extraordinary appearance. He was sent a bowl of rice every day. The kindness of this bowl of rice made her secretly emotional.
In this era, a woman's fate is like a piece of paper, blown and scattered by the wind, let alone her?