In Tang Xingzhi's eyes, fate was always playing tricks on him. When he was young, it took his mother from him. Now that he had grown up, it had taken his father too. It really couldn't stand to see him happy. Living was so exhausting... so exhausting...
Then a hand reached out and pulled him from the mud, leading him forward, one step at a time. As he watched her back, Tang Xingzhi knew there was nothing in this world that could bring her down.
Tang Xingzhi smiled, and his heart, which had been on the verge of sinking into despair, no longer did.
