Chi Sheng Jiaohua

Chi Wenyin woke from a dream of empire. Everything was a mystery to her. The performers onstage were singing with abandon, while she felt like an outsider, yet she was dragged into the drama against her will. She hoped you would remember, yet also hoped you would forget. Was it love for you, or remorse for what she had done? Who was the clown? Who had been dragged into it? Who was the mastermind behind the scenes? All that remained were the one who loved you most, and that “self.” This story has no transmigration and no golden finger, but its protagonist has both beauty and brains. She considers that her golden finger.