When she woke up again, everything was different.
She finally got what she wanted, someone loved her and protected her, and she relied on her cleverness to live freely and live her little life happily.
If there were no variables...
If there were no conspiracy, hatred, palace changes, intrigues, separation between life and death...
She didn't know if all this was a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.
Under the silent cold moon, the red medicine beside the bridge, for whom was it born?
