I was born into an official family, so I was destined not to live a peaceful life. My destiny was destined to be bumpy.
But because I was a concubine, I still had the extravagant hope of living a peaceful and real life since I was ignorant of worldly affairs.
Until accidents and accidents came into my life and broke its peace. I finally accepted my fate and finally knew that my life was destined not to be safe and smooth. My identity and my situation are destined to not break free from the shackles of fate. I can only try my best to fight and calculate in order to exchange for a moment of peace. I can only plan desperately to protect the people I care about.
But why?
Why did God make my concern a mistake after rejecting my simple wish?