Cang Liang always thought that silence was the best cover.
If you smile, others will say your smile is fake. If you cry, others will say you are weak.
As long as you don't cry or laugh, or make noises, others will regard you as invisible and won't see your helplessness and scars.
But it seems that everything is not going as expected. Everything in the dream is broken by a simple chance encounter. Is that distant and unfamiliar circle suitable for this child who suddenly breaks in? Will that chaotic and dirty place just tarnish the pure memory of seventeen years? Cang Liang didn't know that he couldn't foresee the various fortunes and misfortunes that would come after he entered. He only knew that he needed to grow up and support the family like a little man. His tired father needed his care, and all of this seemed to be accomplished only by constantly going against his will.
There is also that man who is like a king, there are those villains who always get red-eyed, and there are thousands of crazy boys and girls holding up their names in the audience. It turns out that I have not lost much.