The two orphans in the ruined temple lived like weeds.
They are like weeds in the wind, born helpless, but in the entanglement of each other, they grow a root system that resists the entire world.
Ah Mang thought that in this life he would protect Ah Qi, survive the winter, and wait for the next spring.
Later I realized that she wanted to protect more than just A Qi's life.
It was the light in Aqi's eyes when he smiled at her.
It was the temperature that made A Qi turn over in the middle of the night and subconsciously crawl into her arms.
It was the night of A Qi and Ji Ji. She couldn't sleep all night, and her mind was filled with the face she had seen for ten years.
The world says, two women are nothing.
But the weeds are blooming.
Aman thought: No matter what the world is, Aqi is where she belongs.
Intention: Small flowers can bloom in adversity