No one helped me to reach the top of the mountain by walking on the snow.
After my mother died, the mistress came into the house with her daughter. She was a beautiful bully who bullied me since childhood, but now she has become my sister.
Green tea stepmother, femme fatale sister... From then on, my life was full of chaos and devastation.
It was clear that I was dealt a bad hand, but I refused to give in. I insisted on climbing up step by step, sitting on a high platform, and finally gained fame and fortune, surrounded by flowers.
But when I saw her leaving, why did I feel a little disappointed?
