Yunxiang is thirty-five, has no house or car, the number in her bank card has been hovering in three digits all year round, and she still owes money. Life is tight, and sometimes even the rent is delayed for several days. It's not that she hasn't thought about turning over, it's just that in this world, turning over has to have a fulcrum, and she can't even find a decent stepping stone.
She was a late bloomer, and while others figured it out in their early twenties, she only figured it out in her thirties. I suffered losses, fell down, and got my head bruised and bloody, but I didn't get down. My spirit is independent and my bones are strong. I only get lazy occasionally. There are piles of unwashed dishes in the room and unfolded quilts on the bed. My life always looks a little sloppy. But she didn't care. No one was watching anyway, so just be comfortable.
Love? She stopped having that dream a long time ago. The prince in the fairy tale would not ride a white horse to pick up an older girl who was heavily in debt, and a rich family was not something someone like her could imagine. She is used to being alone and living life naturally. If she has no expectations, she will not be disappointed.
But fate likes to joke.
That evening, she bumped into a man covered in blood at the entrance of the alley. She could have avoided it, but somehow, she helped him. After this support, he could never get rid of it again.
Black Rock, as its name suggests, has a heart as hard as a stone. He grew up in the dark, where betrayal and plotting were commonplace. Trust? That thing had long been thrown into the stinking ditch by him. But this time, he misjudged and trusted the wrong person, which almost cost him his life.
Yunxiang saved him, but also got into trouble. Two parallel lines that were not supposed to intersect became so entangled that they could no longer be untangled.
