Niyanji

I once thought that loving someone meant polishing off all my edges for him, lowering myself into the dust, and blooming into a gentle flower. I served as his hairpin to attend the exam, washed my hands and made soup for him, and hid my pride under the fumes of the market for him. I thought that when he became successful, it would be the end of my hardships. It wasn't until he wore the red robe of the No. 1 Scholar and gave me a divorce note that I finally woke up. It turns out that a man's oath is the coldest thing in the world. So, I cut off my black hair and cut off the past. I picked up the knife not only to cut vegetables, but also to carve out a way for myself in this cannibalistic world. Later, I met another man. He doesn't know how to recite poems, but he knows what it means to take responsibility; he is full of gangsterism, but he has given me the most stable life in the world.