This is destined, some people are born as flowers, and people love her pure beauty and tenderness; while some people are like grass by the stream, and can only live in the cracks of stones.
Since you can't get love, then become a poisonous weed. At least you can protect yourself...
Even the grass by the stream wants its fragrance. Does that person exist who is not afraid of her poison and smells her fragrance?
Ps: This is a relatively old-fashioned story about house fights and palace fights. The only novelty is that the heroine is quite miserable, and there is no true person around her who always takes care of her... When Xiaotai wrote this, he looked around with a look around, and there was no such true person. After reading too many novels and looking at the reality, I found it extremely sad, so I decided to write about a heroine who doesn't have a sincere person around her. Readers who feel the same way, please save it and read it.