The ending of fusang's novels

The ending of Fusang's novels is that Fusang and Chris are not together.

Fusang is a woman from China who was deceived by traffickers to a place along the coast of Guangdong. She was twenty years old that year. Among the 3000 beautiful women who are in the same boat with her, the youngest is even less than ten years old. Their fate is the same. There are countless little white ghosts coming here for prostitution every day in Chinatown, San Francisco. They come here to find ways for adults to vent their ignorance and passion, from which they get subsistence rations.

It's a pity that Fusang and Chris didn't get together in the end. But I will also make an assumption. If Fusang really chooses Chris, will they really be happy?

Can love really overcome the differences in daily life such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, race, class, culture, language and living habits? Maybe this ending is for the best. It is because of the love you know that you will be with people you don't love.

Such a story will not have a happy ending, because until today, as the author of the fifth generation of China immigrants, he is still thinking about the survival of foreign countries, and this, as a social problem of human beings, will certainly continue and will not fade with age like a sail.

If there is any change, it may only change the passengers on board and the location where the story takes place. For example, a large number of American "gold diggers" poured into Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou today.