Peel Off the Cocoon

Everyone in the capital knows that Princess Pingyang Xie Muan is the most delicate flower of wealth in the Xie Mansion, gentle and harmless, and not stained by dust. But no one knows how many thrilling layers of flesh and blood are hidden under this seemingly perfect body. She wanders between day and night, showing people her thousand faces. Sometimes it's a hidden genius who is famous all over the world, sometimes it's a turbulent night Shura, and sometimes it's a taboo mystery that carries a bloody fate that even she herself wants to erase. The fourth level of illusory dreams brings forth lotuses at every step, and murderous intent at every step. Until that man showed up. His mind was like an abyss and his gaze was like a blade. Like an extremely patient hunter, he smelled the fatal flaw in her little by little during countless seemingly ordinary days and nights. He approached quietly, testing her with the utmost gentleness. Look at her perfect disguise, and look at her invisibility in his eyes. "Xie Mu'an," he forced her into a corner with no retreat, and rubbed the faint red marks on her wrists with his fingertips. There was a frightening dark light in his eyes, and his voice was as low as a poison. "How many faces do you have that I have never seen before?" This is an extremely tumultuous game, and it is also a shocking fall. He thought he was uncovering a dangerous lie, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into the web she carefully weaved called fate. When the layers of the painting peeled off, and when the secret shattered, he finally understood: what he glimpsed was not the abyss, but the moonlight that he only wanted to protect in his life.