Li Qing looked at the blossoming flowers that were sprouting, high-spirited, withering, and nurturing. She unconsciously thought about life, this flower-like life. Her mother raised her with love, and she polished herself with time, just like the roots rooted in the soil. She struggled, was frustrated, cried, and was angry, but she never forgot one belief: grow toward the light. If not, then become the light yourself.
Isn't the life of an ordinary girl like this? A tree grew wantonly, and then spread green branches, which amazed him in time. Even if passersby don't pay attention, you are still a different sight in the eyes of the right person.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
