Yingluo was very glad that she was born in a peaceful era and a happy family. She was like a beautiful pearl in a hard clam, soaked in a sweet sugar jar and growing up with all kinds of love and care. She was completely like an angel who did not eat the fireworks of the world. She did not know the darkness in society, nor people's calculations, nor what unexpected things would happen in the rainy season when she was seventeen years old. . . . . .