"You are just a bastard that no one wants!" Chen Nianxi had heard this sentence for twenty-four years. Her childhood was filled with rats in the firewood shed, the cold water in the cold winter, and endless beatings and scolding; her youth was filled with the hardships of working, the difficulty of studying, and the oppression of her relatives; her youth was filled with workplace strife, family drag, and secular prejudice. But no matter how dark the night is, it can't block the glimmer of light. She slept in dog kennels, crawled into dog holes, and ate Guanyin soil, but she never gave up the idea of reading. Every fall becomes a stepping stone for her to climb higher; every injury becomes an armor for her growth. This is not a born golden phoenix, but a weed that has been tempered and reborn in suffering. With tenacity and unyielding, it has written a counterattack legend that blooms from the dust.
