When I was four years old, I was thrown under a gardenia tree. Not dead.
He was sold at the age of eight, but he didn't collapse. When I was fourteen, I was almost beaten to death. I knocked the man unconscious with my backhand and ran away. At the age of sixteen, he was raised as a substitute, and at the age of twenty, he discovered that he was a shadow. At the age of twenty-four, I stood on the stage of the National Commendation Conference. The system locked up the person who threw me away, and the law sentenced him.
I've hated a lot of people. But I didn't let hate turn into another pair of hands. I use these hands to build systems, catch bad people, and protect good people.
On a rainy night when I was fourteen years old, I said, "Take me in at some point." God confiscates it from me. I stood up on my own.
Gardenia is undefeated. My name is A Zhi. Gardenia of gardenia. The kind that grows on its own when planted in the soil.
