[A short angst story. Read with caution.]
The day I met my lord, it was the depths of winter.
Vast drifts of snow fell like salt scattered across the ground, and the cold left sores all over my hands.
Yet in weather like that, my parents were dragging me to the town's brothel to sell me, so they could get the money for my younger brother to marry.
A worthless life, five taels of silver...
Theme: Cherish life, and reject debauchery.
Hmm, this torture is okay, quite exciting.
It's a bit cruel, but it's good
Huh? My comment? Swallowed by Jinjiang??
I'm number one!!! Ah, I didn't want to click in when I saw the abusive article highlighted in the copy, but after thinking about it, I clicked in and read it, leaving many comments haha. Fortunately, I can still bear this level of abuse orz