Kesha is a child who grew up from the mud and never asked for more. His mother died young and his father raised him alone. His only thought was to make money quickly and support his father. But fate was not what he wanted. Before he could survive, his father fell ill due to years of hard work. The heavy medical expenses were like a huge stone, weighing him down.
Ji Yu, the new transfer in the class, is a rich second generation living in the clouds. The meal money that the other party handed him casually was two thousand yuan. The gap between the poor and the rich was as tall as a mountain, and it was heavy in Ke Xia's heart. He could not move it away or cross it.
Ji Yu is like the blazing sun, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it; and he, Ke Xia, is just a mouse huddled in the gutter and dark alley, humble and insignificant.
The two threads were pulled together by the young master's curiosity. They crossed the line and fouled again and again, which broke the last thread in Ke Xia's heart: "I won't be your follower anymore. If you give me money, I will be your lover."
A kind of plain, logical happiness and redemption