In late spring, when the begonias fall all over the steps, Chu Wei always likes to stand on the porch holding her mother's old hosta. The withered petals hidden in the jade cracks are the last warmth that my mother held on to in the sea of blood of the rich family twenty years ago; the scent of medicine that lingers on her sleeves is the regret of "not protecting her family" that she desperately tried to make up for after building the Jin Pavilion and entering the Dali Temple.
She is the master of Jin Pavilion with the most powerful fighting ability, a third-grade young minister who is like a god in solving cases, and an orphan from a family with many scars hidden in her heart. In order to protect the common people, she assassinated the Hunjun and assisted the Mingjun, pawned her mother's jade bracelet for food, and used the heart-protecting Gu to block the fatal arrow, but she only gained the suspicion of "the master with great achievements".
On the day when thousands of arrows pierced her heart, the spring begonia fell on her blood-stained skirt. The last thing she held on to was not the way out, but the blood-free hosta, and asked softly: "Mom, I have protected the world, why can't I protect the sweetness of a mouthful of crabapple candy cake?"
Not bad, not bad