[Xiong Jing Shura Field + Imperfect in the early stage, but will improve later]
In Vanity Fair, where desires grow freely, Su Wan's appearance is like a handful of crisp snow.
The men at the top of the hierarchy are used to seeing each other competing for beauty, but they have never seen such purity. They regard her as the flower that deserves to be destroyed, or the porcelain that deserves to be collected.
From resistance, to compromise, to ease... She learned to survive among the thorns, but she didn't expect that she would quietly grow into the most dazzling and deadly one.
Years later, those who had casually cast a shadow have become devout guardians under her skirt, lest a trace of wind hurt her.
One-sentence summary: She grew in the dirtiest soil, but bloomed the purest flowers, and ultimately made the entire garden owner bow to her alone.
