Allow Me to Fall into Pieces

She was originally the daughter of the Lin family, the governor of Jiangsu Province. Her mother came from a scholarly family. She had been proficient in playing, playing, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child. In just one month, she lost her parents, her entire fortune, and her ability to be unruly and willful. The innocence and innocence of the past, the cowardice and inaction of the past have all disappeared. When she was fourteen years old, she personally carved the word "Lin" on Hao's wrist with a dagger, just to remember the pain. In order to take revenge, she was willing to live in the Ning family and face the faces of her enemies every day. She made the Ning family miserable, turned the Ning family upside down, and ruined the Ning family bit by bit, but she made everyone think that she was still the wealthy young lady who was ignorant of the world. But still unable to face him, he smiled slightly and said: "Let go, you are still young." She just wants to take revenge and live in seclusion in the world, but she doesn't want to become a legendary woman with a different life and identity. In the imperial court, what kind of love and hatred made her use silver needles to prick acupuncture points to kill herself; Jianghu, what kind of deep blow caused her to pierce the cold sword into her body; In the harem, what kind of warmth and coldness in people's hearts made her end her remaining life with three feet of white silk. He said: "I want to see you smile innocently, your calmness is really bad." She was helpless, "Maybe, I can't find a reason to live anymore, so what does it matter whether I laugh or not?" She also said to him, "I'm sorry, I can't marry you. I have someone I like, and I'm waiting for him." However, he kept waiting. Call him smart or stupid. "Obviously there won't be any intersection between people who meet because of mistakes. I think that mistakes are fate." The glitz and glamor of the world, the rolling dust of mortals, still cannot be seen through. How? I have no choice but to bid farewell to the world of mortals, drifting quietly like falling flowers, soundlessly.