The fortune teller said that I lacked wood in the five elements, and any name with water in it should stay away from me, but my name is Raincoat...
My mother gave birth to me in heavy rain, and my father didn't even know where he was at that time. To this day, I thought he had died a long time ago, but my mother is indeed a determined woman. She carried various bags and ran to the hospital alone. Unexpectedly, she got a fetal infection on the way. Then countless kind passers-by came over and used raincoats and rain gear to cover her. I was lucky enough to name her Raincoat.
Don't think that I'm very bitter. Children of single parents are pitiful, but I can't express it at all. What's more, I don't care about what others have said about me since I was a child, and I don't pay attention to all kinds of criticisms about me. I am who I am, and there will always be someone who loves me...