In a few days, He Yihui's life has undergone earth-shaking changes. His parents died suddenly, the company was taken over by his second uncle, and he was penniless and living on the street.
When He Yihui was still lamenting the cruelty of life, the sky began to rain again, as if God was saying to him, "I didn't expect that there is no most cruel life, only more cruel ones."
Fortunately, someone held an umbrella for the destitute young master.
Until later, the man said, I held an umbrella for you, can you just be a star that belongs to me alone?
Intention: There will always be someone who becomes your unique existence