When the moonlight penetrated the mottled window lattice in the old city, Xia Zhi touched an ancient jade with a faint light among the old objects, and the gears of fate turned quietly. She was once a sickly girl whose spine was bent by reality. She swallowed the bitterness of life alone in the middle of the night when her father was in bed and her mother was worried about her gray hair. Until that mysterious power surged into her blood, like a dry riverbed ushering in the spring flood, and the sleeping wisdom lit up the night like a star.
Struggling in a difficult situation, she used the power of ancient books to break through the situation and counterattack from the bottom of the workplace to become a dark horse in the business world. However, she was also caught up in the undercurrent - jealousy was like poison ivy, and power was like a huge wave crashing on the shore. Every leap was accompanied by tearing and pain, like the faint whine of a butterfly's wing membrane as it breaks free from its cocoon.
She is a dancer in the eye of the storm and an orphan on the chessboard. The love between two men is like a double-edged sword, which not only gives her warmth, but also opens the wound of choice. When wealth and fame come flooding in, can she still maintain her original softness? When destiny gifts extraordinary power, at what price should humans repay it?
