"You think poverty is the shackles of fate, until you discover that it is the sharpest scissors."
Lin Qiang's life was cut into pieces by debts - her father's bankrupt orchard, her mother's textile factory where she was laid off, and her brother's exorbitant reminder for his Mathematical Olympiad class. When the Peking University admission notice was exchanged for eight crumpled bills at the pawn shop, the eighteen-year-old grasped a sewing needle and understood a truth: there are no gaps in this world that cannot be repaired, only scars that will not be realized.
