On the night of the celebration, the man I had been with for five years called me "inconvenient" in front of everyone in Haicheng.
I turned around and broke up with him, walked away with the ball, and amazed the world with a paintbrush, becoming an internationally renowned illustrator.
Mr. Lu, who once looked down upon me, knelt in front of me with red eyes: Zhiyi, I was wrong, please give me another chance.
