My name is Bai Changting. I was born in the 9th year of the Republic of China. I am from Shanghai. For the first twenty years of my life, I lived in the wealthy Bai Gongguan. Now I am twenty-nine years old, sitting on an old and rotten wooden bed. I have just finished soaking opium with the concubines outside the door. I was not this depraved before. My father was once a famous industrialist in Shanghai. My eldest aunt Bai Yiwei ran away with a wealthy businessman and fled to Hong Kong. My second aunt Bai Zhuqiu went to study in Nanyang with her girlfriend and never returned home. I am a concubine whose husband has died. I am not as lucky as my third aunt Bai Jinjia. She is an Air Force widow. But before I was twenty years old, I was also so free and motivated. I got out of bed and took a closer look at me in the pear wood dressing mirror. Brother Meng Shuan said he would come to pick me up. He was the only person I believed. I heard that China is about to be liberated. Will Chen Yihuai come back? That's all, I hated him. It turns out that the twenty-nine years of China's most turbulent years were also my twenty-nine years, and Changting was my farewell. I bid farewell to my own years and also to an era.
Purpose: In the old and new Republic of China, there were many women who were unable to control their own lives. How could the so-called pursuit of freedom and equality for men be achieved by the helpless young ladies of the old family in that era?