Thousands of Tears, I Will Love You Till Death

Being born into a big family and being the only male in the family should be a combination of honor and favor, but where the wheel of fate stops is something Jimo Leng can never grasp. It turns out that there is no boundary between luck and misfortune: it is a blessing to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but the grievances and hatreds of his family doomed him to misfortune; it is a misfortune to lack food and clothing, but it is a blessing to live a calm life. He has always lived on the cusp of family interests. He is not even as good as a chess piece. The chess piece will be used by others, and he is just being pulled by an invisible curse to bear the conspiracy of a family and continue the sinful curse of the previous generation... I always come to that hole in my dreams, and I run desperately into it, layer by layer, as if there is no end, until I feel that the air is getting thinner and thinner, and when I am about to suffocate, I will always see half of the ferocious and familiar face. Every time I wake up from sweating, I will have a splitting headache when I recall the scene in the dream. How many days and nights, like reincarnation, one scene after another of tragedies is staged, and I wake up again and again, but I always wonder if it is a dream or... In the end, he understood that he could not change his fate, let alone get rid of the lingering curse. His and Xia's sacrifice was inevitable. When he saw Xia Hongxiang fade away, he smiled. In the end, he won: he lost himself and Xia's life, but the family's life chart would not rotate again, and there would be no next generation to continue to use their own destiny to pay tribute to the endless curse. Without the palace of continuation, no matter how evil the curse is, it will end. The moment he finally closed his eyes, he dreamed that his hands were holding up a baby boy whose umbilical cord had not yet been cut. The baby boy looked back with a cold smile...