[The Heroine's Ambition] After choosing the high-risk profession of fine craftsmanship, my short-term goal is to eat and drink well, and my long-term goal is to live a longer life like a flower by any means possible.
[The heroine's grief and anger] When his sword finally lay across my neck, what saddened me the most was not that my death was not as beautiful as a flower, but that I was sad that we had met each other. After all, he still didn't understand me. He misunderstood that my stupidity was just a pretense, and he didn't believe that my stupidity was truly natural, pollution-free, green, environmentally friendly, and pollution-free...
[Self-evaluation of the heroine] I used to be too shallow, only beautiful but without talent. Now, after three years of training, I no longer have nothing to offer. I have messed up the hall, ruined the kitchen, and administered the wrong poison. Fortunately, such rich talents have not diminished my beauty and unparalleled elegance.