12 Части Завершенная история Have you ever wondered what your funeral would be like if you died one day?
Qiu Xue had attended several funerals, including her paternal grandfather's, paternal grandmother's, maternal grandfather's, and maternal grandmother's. Every one of them, without exception, had been a traditional funeral where men were superior to women.
From childhood to adulthood, and from observing norms to questioning them, were those traditional rituals and customs truly unshakable?
Family, friends, work, daily life, and the Internet-no matter where she went, everything was filled with the framework of traditional gender roles. The harsh voices, every day, every minute, every second, never stopped and never changed.
Qiu Xue longed for light, but being in the darkness, she could not find the world of light. All she could do was write down her fantasies in a notebook, imagining and expressing herself page after page.
"In this life, I've often struggled with gender inequality. Do I really have to face the same troubles that plagued me throughout life in this final journey?"
"If this means the soul will be in pain and no place to return to, then so be it."
"As someone already dead, I no longer fear pain, I no longer fear loneliness."
"What I fear are the depressions that haunted me while I was alive."
"All I want is to be free in this last stretch of the road, even if only for a short while, I'd still take it."
"I just want to be, once again, happy."
She fell into darkness but still held onto a small glimmer of hope.
She escaped the world, found safety in the snow globe, and shut herself into that tiny world.
The world of the snow globe was simple and beautiful, free from the hustle and bustle of reality. It was a pure land in her heart and an ideal world. But one day, such beauty was eroded, and the snow globe malfunctioned.
As if foreshadowing something, the broken snow globe could not be repaired.
It seemed to hide some secret. It was both the end and the beginning.
