It looks like snow when it blooms, and looks like snow when it fades. It is a unique flower.
The fragrance is not in the pistil, the fragrance is not in the calyx, the fragrance is deep in the bones.
This is a collection of short stories describing different women one after another.
They are not dependent on others like other women. They have more freedom under the fictional history.
They can be gentle and affectionate, or they can be cold and decisive; they can be kind and submissive and take care of their husbands and children, or they can be murderous and decisive to ascend to the supreme position.
They are as strong and intelligent as men, and their pursuit of ideals and obsession with feelings are even more intense than men's.
They are the independent flowers that spend a lifetime blooming, revealing their peerless beauty that overwhelms all living beings.
~I was so stimulated that I decided to lock the post~~~~~