A Hairpin of Snow

[Dog blood ancient times] My father said: Min'er, no matter what happens, don't come out. Do you understand? I nodded and hid it obediently. It's snowing at the beginning of winter, and people can't open their eyes because of the white snow outside. I saw my father vomiting black blood from his mouth. Before he died, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed to look at the direction where I was hiding. I saw my father clearly saying: Hide well. But, it's too late. I was only eight years old. Although I covered my mouth and cried, I was still discovered. Being picked up by the collar and thrown to the ground like cargo, I couldn't help but burst into tears. With tears in my eyes, I saw a man in white walking over. He was holding a handkerchief to wipe my tears. I bit his wrist until the smell of blood filled my mouth. That man was my father's favorite disciple, and he was also the one who served the poisoned wine with his own hands. I was taken away by Lin Chuan. I felt like I was going to die and reunited with my father underground. Unexpectedly, Lin Chuan took me home, taught me how to read, and raised me up. I grew up to be sixteen with revenge in mind, and it was time, I thought. I haven't been out of the house for so many years, but I know from the servants' mouths that I am pretty. So, I learned a few tricks to deal with men. After trying countless times, Lin Chuan finally showed his flaw, and I stabbed him in the heart with a hairpin. I hate him so much that I have to shed tears to avenge him. He touched my face with his blood-stained hands, his eyes filled with darkness. "Min'er, will you be happy if I die?" I choked and said yes, and he nodded, holding my hand and pricking the hairpin deeper. 2022.07.19. Screenshot Intention: Recognize your own heart