The first half of Su Wanning's life was like a lime that was repeatedly squeezed by fate, falling from sweetness to wind and rain - her family was in ruins, she had no one to rely on, she bumped into the south wall, shed blood and tears, but was never crushed. Her "gentleness" is never weakness, but the sharpness hidden in her resilience: when she falls, she gets up, when she is let down, she starts over again, and she splits the thorns when the future is unclear.
The bitterness is chewed and swallowed, and the scars are ground into armor. The "green lemon" that has been beaten by wind and rain finally brews a sharp fragrance in the annual rings.
