Women Are Not Bad, Men Do Not Love Them

At night, in the dark sky like a curtain, the stars are like diamonds scattered on the velvet, shining dazzlingly and brightly. In the quiet backyard, apart from the occasional sound of stone mortars pounding medicine, there was also the sound of cicadas chirping. The eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Wan'er, had bright lights in her pharmacy. This was the first sleepless night. The maid serving beside her actually leaned on the pillar at the door and fell asleep. Song Wan'er turned around and glanced at Lu'er who was leaning against the pillar. She lifted up her skirt and walked over gently. Then she smiled slightly in front of Lu'er and patted her shoulder...