Xiang Hua's life has been like a joke.
He was put up for adoption eight days after he was born, and suffered life and death at the age of eight; eight years in Beijing, eight years in ups and downs, and another eight years in loan repayment.
Everyone lamented that she was an abandoned child caught by fate, trapped in the reincarnation of the number "eight", and could never escape.
It wasn't until she was sixty-three years old, standing in the dock, that she calculated the account:
Ninety-one points to two is a fateful probability that she cannot escape.
The remaining 0.8 Points were the rebellious bones she had raised with her own hands.
There is no savior in this world.
I took root in the mud and boiled my flesh and blood into nutrients.
Raise it until its roots can grasp iron, and grow it until its blades can cut through the wind.
Even if I lose everything in the end, I will still laugh at this quagmire, which cannot trap me in the slightest.
[Reading warning]
No CP｜The heroine is only beautiful｜Focus on career and self-salvation
Depressive Series | Realistic Heroine | Broken Ceiling
Cattail grass is as tough as silk, Xianghua is as hard as iron
*This is not a cool article about counterattacking and becoming the richest man. This is an epic about how "losers" live towards death.
Intention: Destiny has written 90% of the ending, and I rely on my strength to leverage the 8:8 points.