Mother, stop. You’ve been talking for three days. I’ve thought it over. Alright, I’ll get married. … What sort of man? Is it up to me? You always speak of money. Why not marry a rich man? … Let me be a concubine. Isn’t that a woman’s fate?
Raise the Red Lantern, Songlian
Isn't that a woman's fate?
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