I remember that when I was a child, I loved reading Qiong Yao's novels. At that time, I always felt that her stories were always so contagious. Now that I am an adult, I suddenly find that I don't agree with some stories. It's not that they are not well written, but I always find them strange, because "mistress" is what I hate the most nowadays. Maybe that's a lot of personal stuff…
Do you still remember the "until death do us part" love in Crescent Moon Princess? Do you still remember the "abominable" head wife in the play? How come I am so stubborn now that I am here? Ouch, my mother, I am still the one who makes myself sympathize with poor Yan Ji... This is not letting anyone live...