In the Colosseum, she was locked in a cage as she watched her young son being thrown into the tiger’s mouth. Her former lover became a hungry wolf in the blink of an eye. She held her beloved sister in her arms and looked at her disdainfully. She said in a low voice, “I don’t want your child …”Her heart was bleeding, her blade was piercing, she was about to be reborn into a new life. When she opened her eyes again, when she was twelve years old, the worried look on her face disgusted her. She hated false faces, but she was no longer the Qin Yumei she used to be. Tearing down the white lotus and fighting for the green tea was like turning the wind into the water; destroying the men, destroying the rivers and mountains; it was like laughing and chatting all the way.