Destiny is an abacus, and the trajectory of the beads is carved with blood.
I grew up in obedience and discipline. She uses understanding as her armor and silence as her language.
Misplaced fate has made warmth a cage. At that moment, she understood:
The so-called "family" is nothing but the most secret trial in the world.
Her honesty, simplicity and understanding allowed her to gain unexpected kindness and tolerance time and time again, and she also missed the edge of traps time and time again. She stared closely at that trace of warmth, learned to introspect and persevere, and quietly accumulated her own strength and warmth between tolerance and love.
This is the story of a girl's ignorant growth, and it is also a story of a soul learning to breathe.
Intention: Don't be afraid to look at the world with the greatest kindness. Everyone you see is kind, and all the bumps you encounter will be smoothed out.
