She is a comb born with a crack.
During the turbulent Republic of China, Xie Yun's marriage was forced to become the source of joy for the Zhou family——
She married a lame and taciturn young master of the Zhou family, and she was holding an old jade comb left by her mother.
The name of the comb is "Mo Yun". The river-green teeth of the comb cut through the black hair and also drew out the shadow under the deep wall of Zhou's house:
The husband who knelt in front of the sick bed until dawn, the sandalwood box packed in the mourning hall, Feng's "New Youth" hidden under the plum tree...
On a night with red candles shining brightly, he held his comb and whispered "white hair to eyebrows" while his fingertips pressed against her beating lifeline;
On a windy and snowy morning, she held the harp and strummed the "Requiem" tune, and the old debts oozed blood from the dry begonias on the bottom of the harp.
On the day Father Zhou returned, the black spots on Mo Yun's crack spread like poison:
"The happiness is for the Zhou family, not your life."
But Xie Yun wanted to do the strongest snow——
Born with a sword, he is not afraid of breaking the rules of cannibalism.
Concept: The old-style marriage cannot trap the new snow, and the sharp edge growing in the bones of a woman will eventually pierce the long night of etiquette.