Ji Chenxi died on a winter day, and the red walls and green tiles trapped her throughout her life.
As the most ordinary maid in the flower room in the palace, Ji Chenxi felt like a speck of dust, who came and died in obscurity.
As she lay dying, fragments of broken flower pots on the blue bricks mixed with delicate flowers pierced her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she had turned into a flower demon wandering around the palace.
As time goes by, I can't find the exit from the many palaces. She began to use pen and ink to record the joys and sorrows of the people in the palace.
Concept: The sadness behind the glamor