The neon lights of the floating city once illuminated Su Wan's most embarrassing moments: her father was paralyzed and her mother was crazy. She forced herself to smile amidst the hustle and bustle of gold and diamonds just to raise money for medical expenses. At that time, even her breathing smelled of inferiority.
Jiang Chen's approach had a purpose, Lin Jingchen's help was hidden with calculations, and Su Wan almost fell into ruin through deception and use again and again. It wasn't until Aunt Chen handed her a glass of warm water and a sincere thank you from a strange girl that she suddenly woke up: life is never black and white, and no matter how dark the road, there will be a glimmer of light.
She grabbed the floral scissors, withdrew from Lin's workplace undercurrent, and opened a small flower shop next to the hospital. There is no neon glare here, only the fragrance of flowers lingers: the white roses that the grandfather buys every week, the anniversary bouquets ordered by the couple, the carnations brought by the patients' families... These small pieces of warmth gradually smoothed the scars of her past.
I once thought that I would only die in the dust, but I didn't expect that with Jiang Chen's protection and my own persistence, life would finally bloom into fragrant flowers in the fireworks of the floating city.
Purpose: Even if you are in the mud, you can still live towards the sun; break prejudices and difficulties with tenacity and goodwill