Chen Jiajia walked all the way from a narrow room in a dilapidated apartment in her hometown and ran around alone. Later, she had a son and carried her young son forward with difficulty. She was alone all the way. She cried late at night. She did not believe in ghosts and gods, but when she was young, she was too weak to pray to God, but she never thought of giving up her life. She struggled to move forward, step by step. She did not have outstanding talents or amazing talents. Appearance, her life was originally barren, and having a son was like a flower blooming in the wilderness. She had the experience of fighting fate for a long time, and these struggles were like splendens slowly covering the barren desert. When she was slowly sewing her destiny into a piece of coarse cloth, a man appeared in her life and told her that she was willing to walk through this long and scarce life with her, waiting for the gorgeous flowers to bloom at dawn.
