After she died, looking at her cousin and the women around her, she realized how unworthy the pain and torture she had endured over the years was. It is said that women must be gentle, beautiful and obedient in order to be happy. After maintaining "respectability" for a lifetime, the result is that I feel aggrieved to death and filled with resentment. It's better to be a shrew and scold her whenever you want, and beat her whenever you want. If I could do it all over again, I would live for myself.
Purpose: Happiness must be in one's own hands