Children will always grow up following the footsteps of their parents. Xie Qingyao was also said that she was destined to end as soon as she was born, and she would end up like her mother.
At the end of the concert, Xie Qingyao looked at him on the stage. Sweat ran down his hair across his face and down his neck. The light hit his back, and his golden hair gave off a hazy halo. Paper flowers and ribbons were scattered around him.
She was stunned, her mind went blank. Standing among the cheers, he was separated from her by more than just the stage fifty meters away.
Intention: As long as we work hard, the shackles that restrict thoughts, class, and life will eventually be broken.