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I am an embroiderer from Jiangnan. I once threw a fish in the face of a man who was scornful of me. In order to marry a northern merchant, she cut up the mandarin duck pillowcase and replaced it with a self-embroidered golden phoenix hijab. Ten years later, when I returned to my parents' home, my mother burst into tears when she saw me serving my husband with a low eyebrow. During the banquet, the little niece exclaimed: "My lady is so well behaved!" I looked at my gentle reflection in the mirror, and suddenly I remembered the blood drops splashed by the fish that I smashed. His fingertips dug deep blood marks in his sleeves, but a more perfect smile appeared on his face.