When I opened my eyes again, it was already the second day.
An Zhengzheng's place was quite remote, located halfway up a mountain, where one could faintly hear the chirping of birds.
"What a foolish dream-eating beast."
In order to resolve the confusion surrounding the shadow, she adopted the shadow's persona. Now that she has emerged from the trial, she realizes that she was almost led astray.
After this ordeal, An Zhengzheng's illness was miraculously cured.
That's really strange.
She vaguely remembered that she and her senior had once envisioned a society where women could achieve freedom in terms of appearance.
In that society, girls who wore makeup and dressed up were not criticized for being inappropriate or accused of seducing men. Nor did anyone maliciously speculate about their profession or life based on their makeup and clothing.
When a girl with pink hair and exquisite makeup is riding the subway, the girl next to her with no makeup will smile and compliment her: "Your hair looks really good."
The pink-haired girl was delighted: "You can dye your hair too. I'll just keep it for a while. I'm going to start graduate school soon, so I probably won't have as much time for it. After all, work is still very important."
"Yes, I've been really busy lately. Once I'm done with this, I'll dye my hair and go out for some fun."
They can go out without makeup and in a simple way, or they can occasionally put on makeup and dress up on a whim.
When a man points at a well-dressed girl and whispers about her provocative attire and inappropriate profession, the girl with a bare face will coldly reply: "Who cares what she does? She's not dressed for you, so why should you judge her? It's none of your business what she wears or does."
Then turn back to her and say, "Don't worry about them."
In the workplace, a boss points to a woman who always has impeccable makeup and says to the other female subordinates, "From now on, you should all follow her example. If she can do it, why can't you?"
The next day, the usually impeccably made-up urban woman walked in without any makeup.
"I wear makeup because I like it, but I can also go without it. Don't use my example to judge others, and don't use others' examples to judge me."
"If you require all female subordinates to do this, why should male subordinates remain unaffected? Besides, if you insist on this, doesn't this count as extra overtime for the company, and how much compensation will the company provide?"
"No way, this isn't an obligation exclusive to women, is it?"
In that envisioned society, such gender inequality would be universally condemned.
Women who have no interest in makeup or fashion are not discriminated against. They confidently show their bare faces and enjoy a comfortable and relaxed life without being criticized.
If one day they have to attend a banquet with family and friends, or if it's just a spur-of-the-moment thing, they can freely put on makeup and dress without being judged.
Women who wear makeup on a regular basis won't be subject to malicious speculation. If one day they sleep in late or are in a bad mood, they can simply skip makeup and confidently face the stares of others on the street.
This is the kind of female freedom that An Zhengzheng and her senior had envisioned.
When society accepts both bare-faced and made-up looks, girls will be able to make real choices.
They have the same inheritance rights and a fair chance to compete; a woman's appearance is no longer a criterion for judgment.
Whether a girl should devote herself entirely to her appearance in this situation is a matter of opinion.
However, this idea was soon abandoned.
This is also what An Zhengzheng finds regrettable, because her senior got married and had children soon after, and started her own beauty brand with the help of funds.
Linking women's confidence with lipstick, foundation, and face masks.
We're back in a dead end.
An Zhengzheng gave a bitter smile, interrupting her thoughts. She got out of bed to check on the villagers outside.
But she saw a tall, narrow man standing in her room, his face indifferent.
"……Who are you?"
An Zhengzheng was startled.
Her cultivation level is not low, but she felt nothing at all when this man appeared.
This is so bizarre!
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