Chunhua, the personal maid of the Chief Minister's daughter, died beneath a rain of swords.
When she opened her eyes again, she was confronted by row upon row of pitch-black objects, as if countless eyes were watching her.
In this so-called world of real cinema, everyone marveled at and lamented her unusual soul.
Never think that the insignificant have no power; never think that the lowly have no dignity.
From insignificance to freedom, from obedience to self-respect.
Step by step, Chunhua becomes a better version of herself.
[From an extra-level subconscious actor to the grand cinematic feast of the Federation, one step at a time.]
