[Rebirth Manifesto: No More Delicate Flowers, I’ll Be a Poisonous Strain]
Anyone who has crawled back from the abyss is already covered in thorns, with bones forged of steel.
The An Lingrong of the past is dead, killed by bitter almonds in the Cold Palace.
Given another life, she finally understands: currying favor will never earn you true affection, and timidity cannot keep you alive. The winds of the Forbidden City have always blown in favor of those who know how to stand on their own.
[Author’s note: I just want to give An Lingrong a decent ending.]
