This is a story about dreams. We all have dreams, but some people always give up.
We cannot choose our origin, but everyone must work hard to grow up, even if there are thorns on the road of our choice.
Life is so short, the world is never moved by anyone, just like the few plum blossoms in the corner, they only care about Ling Han blooming alone, no one comes to appreciate and praise them, it is no longer a concern. I, that is, I exist because of others, but I live for myself, so I try my best to be wonderful.