They are women whose lives are like duckweed on the water, doing everything they can just to survive. Even if it means resorting to any means and destroying everything they once had, they do not care.
This is the martial world, and yet it isn't. How many people in this world can truly keep themselves untouched by trouble?
When people who had once been kind or indifferent pushed them off a cliff, they lost the chance to choose. They were only ten powerless children, unable to hurt a fly. Was this really destined to become their burial ground?
When they finally looked back, they realized it had all been decided long ago.
When that slender, gentle hand first reached out to them, they grabbed it without hesitation. So what if it was the hand of a demon?
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