Moths have always known that they run towards fire, and Ji Yanrou has always known that society is not the ivory tower of fairy tales.
She knew too well the price she had to pay for standing by his side when the whole world spurned him. Even if this violent rejection is an irrational hoax.
Reputation, no matter what, she never paid much attention to it.
She was as fearless as the warriors who dueled alone for the princess in the Middle Ages, except that the warriors all rode white horses, and she was holding a rose.
Intention: Love is never measured in terms of interests, but the feeling deep in the heart.