Pei Yao's childhood was a house that was always leaking. The father's drunken scolding is thunder, the mother's sobs are tide, the three sisters are like three thorns forced to squeeze together, the branches are entangled and stab each other. Poverty is the mold seeping from the cracks in the wall, and love is the bowl that is always absent from the dining table. She once thought that her life was just soaked in turbid water - until one festering late night, she suddenly heard the crisp sound of new shoots in her joints. It turns out that under the ruins, seeds never ask God's will. Pei Yao just swallowed back his tears, and then grew into his own light little by little.
Young puppy, super pretty