There Is No Lighthouse in Victoria Harbor

In Central, Hong Kong in 2012, capital was savage and the wind was fishy. That year, Zhao Zheng, who came from a humble background, was just a stenographer in a corner, but deep down he had the ambition to devour half of the mountain. She watched with her own eyes the capital tyrant Gu Huaizhi, tearing the bones of the centuries-old Shen family into his belly; she also watched Shen Yizhou, who used his conscience to fight against the times, and his bones were broken into pieces by the violent storm that no one cared about. Later, the god fell and the old master offered sacrifices. Zhao Zheng stepped on the ruins of the times and ascended the throne. She owned the deep blue empire where life and death were available, but her eyes were red on the night of her coronation. She can never look back to the little girl who held on to the bowl of wonton noodles in her arms during the heavy rain of Typhoon Signal No. 8, Just to take it back to her grandma to eat while it was hot. The world is in awe of this iron-blooded queen, but they don't know the two most fatal encounters in her life—— One game made her see through the rules, and the other made her lose her light source. Since there was no lighthouse in Victoria Harbor, she set herself on fire in the dark night. "I want to win, but I don't want to become a monster." ——Zhao Zheng