[Abuse short story, read with caution]
The day my grandfather and I met, it was winter.
The heavy snow fell all over the ground like salt foam, and my hands were covered with sores from the cold.
But it happened that the weather was like this, and I was being dragged to a flower house in the town to be sold by my parents in exchange for money for my brother to get a wife.
A humble life, five taels of silver...
Intention: Cherish life and refuse to be romantic.
