She was once a pampered flower in the greenhouse, but fell into the abyss after her loved one was murdered. After seven years of dormancy, she polished herself into the sharpest knife. Using weakness as a disguise, gentleness as a trap, and every step of the way, the enemy is lured into a carefully woven snare. When the truth tears apart the hypocritical mask, and when the blood dyes the gorgeous skirt red - she stands on the ruins, chuckles and whispers: "This revenge has just begun."
Purpose: Use blood as ink to write all the hatred; use hatred as a blade to cut off fate.