The years in Chenxiang were bitter and cold, and his fate was like frost. Shen Ye had been hidden in a dusty life since he landed. The secrets separated by a wall, the upbringing that was kept in the dark for half a life, and the sudden blackmail from relatives tore cracks in the stable life.
He is like a weed in the wild that no one cares about, with poor roots. He has gone through wind and rain, and has seen that human nature is greedy and inhospitable. There is the warmth and protection of the adoptive father who devoted his whole life, and there is also the calculation and entanglement of the blood relatives.
Not in love with the greenhouse, unyielding to fate, taking root in the mud, standing upright in desperate situations. After half a lifetime of ups and downs, I have understood the weed law of survival in the world: don't be humble in the ordinary, don't give in when you are in trouble. Even if you are born in the dust, you still have the power to break out of the ground and live forever.
