"My mother-in-law once told me that I should imitate the vines in the mountains. Even though they are weak and boneless, they are still difficult to kill." The woman's ethereal voice echoed in the quiet bamboo house, and there was a sleeping man on the couch. She was wearing a scarlet dress embroidered with a phoenix about to spread its wings. The hair tied on her head swayed slightly as she walked, and she held a brocade fan in her hands as white as jade. She walked to the edge of the cave and gently placed the brocade fan in her hand on the man's face. The tassels on the fan handle spread out on his lightly pursed lips, which made the man's slightly closed eyes slowly open. "Aman, why are you acting silly again?" They were clearly words of reproach, but they were filled with infinite affection. The woman giggled and stood up, and Bu Yao also trembled with this movement. The man stretched out his hand and grasped the exposed half of his wrist, and leaned forward. The red gauze was swaying, and he had no sleep all night...
Purpose: Don't feel inferior because of your bloodline or origin.