My name is Ji Moyu, an ordinary name, just like me, an extremely ordinary person who cannot be recognized in a sea of people.
Ordinary.
In Ruo Ling's eyes, ordinary is true, good and happy. But in my eyes, it is nothing more than making money, being degraded and bored.
In fact, I have some hatred, not envy, not jealousy, but hatred. I hate children from rich families, I hate them for no reason, maybe because I am not one myself.
But it doesn't matter, I don't care about them, and they won't come to me. The best process and outcome is that the river water does not interfere with the well water.
I thought I could be ordinary until the end of my life. I changed my mind when I was 9 years old.