Destiny has given me a rusty key to open the door that has never been opened to the light.
My name is Xu Wenqiang—a name that carries ridiculous expectations. The bruises under my father's fists and the sound of my mother's wine bottles breaking formed the only rhythm of my childhood. They weaved a web of violence and numbness, imprisoning me in the abyss, and even going to school became a luxury. But I insisted on finding a way out on my own: I went to work as an odd job in the theater troupe, saving a little hope between the heavy makeup and the grunting singing; I avoided the dirty hands reaching out from the corner of the theater troupe late at night; I exchanged the copper plates full of blood and sweat for books, stepped into the campus, and faced a new round of humiliation.
I used my nails, my teeth, and my willpower that grew in silence to crawl out of the mire. In the end, I became Xu Pei - a name that sounds clean and decent, a detective standing in the sun. I thought this was the beginning of a reversal in my life, but it wasn't until I met people who could support me that I suddenly understood: It turns out that the script of fate is never easily rewritten. When I finally learned to love others, when I was finally loved by others, I had to face the ultimate choice.
As a human being, I do not want others to do what I want them to do to me. Am I going through all the darkness with my flesh and blood to reach the light, or to become the light itself and illuminate others for the last time?
Intention: Resistance to what one does not want is not imposed on others, but ends in oneself.
