Growing up is like an endless journey stretching beyond sight. The road is overgrown with thorns, battered by wind and rain, and never free of hardship and danger. Only those who walk it themselves can truly understand its bitterness and difficulty.
Every step forward takes clenched teeth and swallowed pain, with tears quietly shed in some lonely corner. Those sorrows no one else knows about become footprints, faint or deep, etched into the long river of time. They are not marks of failure, but medals of growth that belong to us alone.
These painful marks constantly remind us how hard the road has been, and become an unending source of strength, sustaining us as we fearlessly continue along life's winding path and embrace the next journey, unknown yet full of hope.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
