On the wedding day, I ran away from the wedding.
My fiancé's sister drove a carriage and drove me through the deep forest.
"Sister Shen, congratulations, you are about to run to freedom!"
At this time, strange words claiming to be "barrage" floated in front of me.
"It's not right for a wealthy young lady with a good supporting partner to run away with a down-and-out scholar, and then be sold to a brothel and have to help pay for it. She's really stupid!"
Intention: That person is in the dim light