The first time fate turned its gears, it handed her a bronze mirror.
The second time, a marriage certificate was handed over.
The third time, she tore up all the scripts she was handed and wrote four words:
"Innocent".
From then on, I felt like walking on thin ice, but looking directly at the highest point of the golden sky.
With a bare hand holding a pen, he dares to write a new chapter for the world; an orphan girl from a poor family can break through the clouds ninety thousand feet high.
