Songjianke

No CP, female group portrait, unit narrative, multi-perspective switching. Deep in the deep and vast old forest, there is a simple mountain courtyard hidden. Wanyue escaped from the secular world and lived in the mountains and forests. In her free time, she climbed high and sang songs, with a short sword hanging on her waist. An endless stream of women come here: young maids who have been treated harshly, wives from aristocratic families who are trapped in the back house, official ladies who are unwilling to succumb to their engagements, and homeless orphans. Some people followed the songs in the mountains to find their way, and some were in danger and were rescued by her. She listened quietly to everyone's unspoken wishes. The women who were willing to stay were taught some self-defense swordsmanship. She did not seek to be competitive, but only wanted to protect themselves. In the eyes of outsiders, this is a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. But each volume changes the eyes of visitors. Falling back into her heart, she saw the struggle under the heavy halo. Is the refuge she built with her own hands salvation, or another invisible cage.