My name is Gu Xing, with the word "star" in my name, but in my first twenty years of life, I rarely even had a star. Most of the time, I felt like I was pressed into the wet mud, watching other people's lives brighten, while I could only hold my hands full of mud, and even my breath smelled of earth. Later I realized that what pulled me down was never fate, but the greed, laziness, evil in people's hearts, and my own hand that I didn't dare to let go of at first.
