This is a story that is sadder than sadness. The night gave me eyes, but I used them to find light. The heroine was used as a tool for her parents to climb up the ladder and was placed next to the daughter of a rich family. People around her laughed at her and bullied her since she was a child. Even the man she liked also treated her as a tool. The heroine is not a white lotus, she is a strong, wild flower on the roadside.
Intention: To abuse the body and mind. Not allowed to chase my wife