[Beautiful, strong, miserable* growth-type heroine, a modern heroine trying to survive in the oppression of a feudal authoritarian society]
It wasn't until Qin Jiuchuan, who had returned from studying abroad, that he burst into the door with a girl in a dress, that Sinanzhi, who was ridiculed for his bound feet, suddenly realized that sincerity may not be exchanged for sincerity.
Even though Qin Jiuchuan had knelt in front of Si's house for three days and three nights to beg her, at this moment she was being bossed around by the girl in a dress and mocking the foot-binding cloth on her feet as feudal dross.
She looked back at the man who had been following her silently.
He has been hiding in the darkness, silently guarding her.
"I have a lot of secrets. I need you to help me cover them if necessary. I may die. Are you afraid?"
Qin Keli's eyes were full of strong and deep love: "Love and death are always the same. The will to court love is the willingness to die."
Under cover of darkness, box after box of penicillin was shipped to the front lines to support the revolution.
When the revolutionary army arrived at the young marshal's house, Qin Jiuchuan pressed the gun in her hand against his forehead with scarlet eyes: "Why do you want to hurt me!"
"Because I am from Xinhua."
"Footbands are a product of the old times, aren't you, young commander?"
