Song Jinxi's world was once a colorful picture. Until the stroke of fate turned, ink poured out, swallowing up all the light - his mother's departure and his father's illness, pulling him from the top of the ivory tower into the abyss of reality.
After several months of ups and downs, he had learned to strategize at the negotiation table, and his edges had been smoothed away, and he had grown into a hard armor.
When they met again on a rainy afternoon, he looked at Cheng Jin's still clean face, and what filled his heart was not joy, but deep powerlessness. He was already in the quagmire, how could he hold back the young man who was supposed to soar into the sky?
Intention: growth