(I wanted to write a heroine who trains men like dogs, a beauty who charms her way through everything, but my writing isn't up to it and the opening fell apart. Reality and ideals really are worlds apart dT-Tb.)
Twenty eras, twenty Lin Xius.
Some are as timid as pear blossoms wet with tears, some as wild as a prairie fire, and some as still as a plum blossom beneath the moon. Each is beautiful in her own sharp-edged way. Their words enchant, their helping hands conceal a scheme, and even the way they walk is called "deliberate seduction."
A young master in the late Qing calls her "a fake innocent," a Republican-era tycoon accuses her of "climbing the social ladder," and an Eighties department head calls her a "schemer"...
They never use their beauty as a weapon, yet their beauty keeps dragging them into misunderstandings about "seduction."
Twenty male leads, twenty encounters with prejudice. Only when she turns away do they understand: those eyes were never bait, but a light in a life with no way out; that smile was never a scheme, but warmth in a desperate moment.
If you like the heroine being tortured, you can watch it
Emotional lines are too difficult to write