Introduction: The deepest routine Ye Jiahe has gone through is that of Ji yisasa. The women in Beixun city are still trying their best to attract Ji yisasa's attention. Ye Jiahe has entered the hall. Ji yisasa dug a pit, ye Jiahe jumped one by one. The more envious love, the more sad memory. That night—— In the heavy rain, Mrs. Ji became the spoils of the curse. Without light, the blood bloomed into poppies, and the palm of the hand touched only the broken baby. From then on, there was no Ye Jiahe in Beixun City, only Ji yisasa. But no one knows—— Ye Jiahe was the fishbone of Ji yisasa's heart....