Cold Pillow, Gardenia

I was pampered for fourteen years. On my birthday, my own family sold me to an opera troupe.

They said I was a bastard, unworthy of being the Chen family's eldest daughter, fit only to be a lowly performer.

Once twin sisters, one now stands among the clouds, the other lies in the dust.

I entered the troupe full of resentment, honing my bones and voice. I made the stage my battlefield and my singing voice my blade.

In this life, I ask for no family affection, no salvation, and no faith in anyone's heart.

I only wish for a heart of iron and swift, sure steps, until the day the whole world looks up to me, Shen Nian'an.