The first time a wind chime rang on He Chihai's hand, he was nine years old.
The wind chime, which was so rough in workmanship that it looked like it had no merit or hard work, was treasured by him for nine years.
When he took out the wind chime in front of Chen Nianchuan, the other party stepped back and asked, "Is this a gift from me?"
Well, having a strong memory is definitely not a good thing.
Remember the small happiness, but also remember too much pain.
It doesn't matter whether he remembers it or not, he knows that in this noisy world, they are on the same side.
"Then don't feel inferior. Just raise your head and take a good look at the world. It's okay to shed tears."
Purpose: redemption
