Lin Zhen once took advantage of Gu Huaian's influence in the vanity fair of Yanjing.
She knows the difference between cloud and mud better than anyone else, so she only borrows the east wind and does not admire the spring breeze.
In those years, she was like a cat pacing on the piano keys in front of him, every step she took was like walking on thin ice.
She thought about him, supported him, and pleased him, hoping that he would care for her like a younger generation.
Unexpectedly, she performed so well - so well that she won his heart.
Lin Zhen could only flee and exile herself to the most remote ravine.
Two years later, when angry villagers surrounded her
The familiar black car was parked at the dusty intersection.
She stood in the middle of the crowd, her cheeks were sunburned, her trouser legs were splashed with mud, and even her long hair was twisted and uneven - she looked like a village girl.
She caught his gaze, and an almost blank look of astonishment appeared in Gu Huaian's eyes, which had been calm for thousands of years.
Very good. Lin Zhen smoothed her messy hair and felt a surge of joy in her heart. The grave in Gu Huaian's minefield had been leveled by her.
Purpose: True freedom is not about escaping from bondage, but about having the confidence to talk to any force.