Song Xiaosheng was an eighteen-year-old girl who was about to get married. One day she offended her biological parents, and her father insisted on selling her to buy her rouge and powder.
What kind of hatred is it?
When he arrived at his employer's house, he was assigned dirty work and had to endure beatings from his wife every day.
She thought about when she had been so frustrated in Nancheng. Finally one day, she hooked up with a rich and powerful man. She thought she would live a brilliant life, but she blamed her for overthinking. This time she was reduced to a waiter, a busker, and a bed warmer (ah, just covered with cotton quilts to warm the bed)... From then on, she saw through that life is like a frog, jumping from one pit to another, as long as it does not fall to death.
I really don't know how to write copy. I don't know whether I should summarize the main idea of the whole text or write something to whet my appetite. This paragraph was written based on my current thoughts. Is there anything in the text... (I can't tell for sure). Ah, I will try my best. After all, people who are imaginative often never come back. . .
Intention: love