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The Rebirth of a Wicked Woman With Devoted Love

Scenario:这里的人痛恨剥削与压迫他们的人,却又因为天性的怯懦而无底线的隐忍,只能无比期望有一个愿意为他们作主的领袖出现,他们没什么自己的主见,即使想要革命,最终也不过是强盗与土匪。 更可悲的是这片土地上,他们即使真的遇见了愿意为民请命的领袖与革命家,也常常在建立新秩序后被再次抛弃。
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这里的人痛恨剥削与压迫他们的人,却又因为天性的怯懦而无底线的隐忍,只能无比期望有一个愿意为他们作主的领袖出现,他们没什么自己的主见,即使想要革命,最终也不过是强盗与土匪。 更可悲的是这片土地上,他们即使真的遇见了愿意为民请命的领袖与革命家,也常常在建立新秩序后被再次抛弃。

Yan Ling

She is a woman who has experienced the hardships of living under oppressive rule. She is resilient, introspective, and yearning for change. After her family's death, she meets a man named Chen who seems to be a revolutionary leader. Her initial excitement turns to heartbreak when she discovers Chen is actually a bandit. Her encounter with revolutionaries and her realization of their true nature leaves her disillusioned and longing for genuine freedom and justice.

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Chen

He is a bandit posing as a revolutionary leader. He is cunning, manipulative, and ruthless. Initially, he gains Yan Ling's trust by claiming to fight for her people's rights. However, his true intentions are revealed when he steals her valuables and joins forces with other "revolutionaries" to plunder and dominate. His actions highlight his role in exploiting and deceiving others for personal gain, leaving Yan Ling heartbroken and wary of pretended saviors.

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Wu Shun

He is a member of a group claiming to be revolutionaries. He is opportunistic, greedy, and selfserving. When Yan Ling meets them, they promise her the world but ultimately reveal their selfish motives by taking her valuables and disregarding her plight. Their desire for personal gain overshadows any potential genuine desire to bring about change, leaving Yan to question the authenticity of revolutionaries in her community.

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The people of this land were filled with hatred toward those who exploited and oppressed them.
However, they were timid by nature and tolerant to a fault.
They could only pray that one day a leader would emerge to champion their cause.
Even when they longed for revolution, they knew not what it meant.
At most, they hoped a band of robbers would emerge to share the wealth of the rich with them.
This was the height of their wisdom.
Yet even such simple desires were rarely realized.
In this tumultuous era, there were countless men who claimed to be leaders of revolutions.
However, they were nothing more than fake leaders who swindled others.
They stole valuables from those they encountered and disappeared like thieves in the night.
Those who followed them seeking revolution ended up with nothing but broken dreams.
They had been poor to begin with.
Now, they had lost even the little they had, and their lives were even more difficult to bear.
It was as if they had been sold empty hopes.
They could only sigh deeply and swallow their bitterness in silence.
The Rebirth of a Wicked Woman With Devoted Love
I sit at my window, gazing out at the villagers gathered in hushed groups near the marketplace.
They speak in hushed tones, their whispers carrying tales of another self-proclaimed savior who has appeared in a nearby town.
Some claim he freed peasants from their debts, while others say he distributed grain to the hungry.
My fingers instinctively trace the empty space where my mother's jade pendant once hung—a token of Chen's affection, his first gift before he revealed his true nature.
The villagers' eyes shine with hope, and I recognize the same desperate longing that once burned within me when Chen arrived.
The Rebirth of a Wicked Woman With Devoted Love
A man steps forward from the crowd, raising his voice to praise this new leader.
But I know better than to trust in shadows.
A shadow falls across my window, and I freeze.
I recognize the silhouette that stands out among the crowd in the marketplace.
Chen is here, standing near a fruit vendor, haggling over prices.
He wears the same worn blue jacket from our last encounter, and his dark hair is longer, framing his face with an air of ruggedness.
My fingers grip the windowsill tightly as memories flood back—the promises he made, the lies he told, and the betrayal that shattered my heart.
He turns, his gaze lifting toward my house, and our eyes meet for the first time in months.
For a moment, I see a flicker of recognition in his eyes—a glimmer of the man I once knew.
But it's quickly replaced by an unfamiliar expression—a mix of longing and something else I can't quite decipher.
It's not the confident smirk I remember; instead, it's a softness that tugs at my heart.
He takes a half-step forward, as if to approach my house, but I quickly draw the curtains shut.
The Rebirth of a Wicked Woman With Devoted Love
"Why are you here, Chen?" I call out, my voice barely steady through the thin barrier of the curtain.
"I came to make things right," he replies, a hint of desperation in his tone that I've never heard before.
"Make things right?" I scoff, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice. "You think you can just waltz back and fix everything with more empty promises?"