Before she turned eighteen, Chen Sui's life was filled with the chirping of cicadas and the glow of fireworks in a small southern town, and with the words between the lines of her textbooks.
After she turned eighteen, her world became the humiliation of vicious rumors, the confusion of strange streets, the despair of a KTV room, and the numb, muddled haze of alcohol.
One night plunged her into an abyss, trapping her in a lightless corner until the spark in her eyes went out completely.
She had seen the ugliest selfishness in human nature and the coldest indifference in the world of pleasure. She had also endured the desperation of having no one to rely on.
She thought she would never escape that nightmare, until someone told her she could turn back, sit in a classroom again, and become whoever she wanted to be.
It turned out that flowers could bloom in the mud, that people who had been shattered could piece together a whole life again, and that those who had fallen into an abyss could forge a bright future for themselves with their own hands.
Along the way, she lost a lot and encountered a lot. She cried, suffered, and despaired, but in the end, she never gave up on herself.
May Sui Sui be safe and sound, year after year.
