The cyan sedan curtains swayed with the breeze under the setting sun. Fu Yuning looked back through the small window at Kyoto, where she had been trapped for most of her life, and felt at ease for the first time. Over the years, she had watched the sisters around her trapped in Kyoto, whether for family or for unexplained obsessions, whether they wanted to or not, imprisoned in different gates, decorating the door lintels like old paintings, and living a life that could not be seen until the end. She originally thought that she was just like them, and she didn't expect to be able to break free from the prison and come out. For the first time, she felt that her half-dead heart began to beat again. . . . . .
Purpose: To show the joys and sorrows of women in ancient Chinese sayings about house fighting