Sensitive, suspicious, and with a fierceness in his bones that refuses to admit defeat, this is his way of protecting himself.
At the age of 16, he stepped into this cold big city alone. He sharpened his skills in the fireworks in the kitchen, forced himself to transform through extreme self-discipline, and swallowed all the defeat and loss alone during countless long nights at four o'clock in the morning. He thought he had long been accustomed to this thorny life, until the coldness of reality struck again, forcing him to make heartbreaking choices one after another... "I have seventeen thorns on my body, which will bleed if touched. Are you still coming?" This is a story about survival, reality, and self-rescue and acceptance of sensitive souls. Even if life is full of compromises that have to be bowed, your own flowers will eventually bloom in the depths of darkness.
Intention: Even if you are covered with defensive thorns, you can still bloom in suffering.