It couldn't be helped. Without someone to guide her, Milady had no way of getting into the Jungle Association, where the scions of high society gathered.
Power, money, status... They were intangible, yet they could erect tangible walls, separating the people within that exclusive circle far from Milady's world. Those people walked the same ground of Haidu and breathed the same air, but without opportunity or scheming, their lives could run parallel to hers forever, never once intersecting.
The Jungle Association was precisely where Milady had decided to make those two parallel lines cross.
In a Haidu threatened by crystal pollution, there wasn't a trace of natural greenery to be found, only artificial substitutes. Finding even a single wildflower was an incredibly difficult task. She still remembered how much effort her mother had poured into growing that small pot of Beauty Fern, hoping it could one day cover part of her tuition.
