I was a bad kid in everyone's eyes. When I was fifteen, my parents divorced, and I turned into a rebellious, perverse, and always trouble-making bad girl in everyone's eyes. A mother cheated on her, and the father and mother chose to divorce. After they divorced, I changed completely: I was no longer obedient and obedient, and even went against their will. I often skipped classes, learned to smoke, and had boyfriends openly, and my grades plummeted. The teachers all went from feeling sorry at the beginning to feeling disgusted at the end. I don't know how many times my parents invited me. Maybe it was because of my guilt, but my father would not scold me and would always sigh softly. Until, I met him...