In the winter when she was eight years old, when her aunt half-sent her away and half-kicked her out of the house, Dujuan didn't cry.
When I was practicing martial arts in a group at the age of ten and suffered a concussion and couldn't get out of bed, Du Juan didn't cry.
At the age of eighteen, she went to Beijing alone to seek a living. When she was bandaging her left arm that was injured by a machine in the factory, Du Juan didn't cry.
At the age of twenty-five, she knew that good times could come step by step.
The poor weed heroine vs the taciturn and caring male protagonist
Realistic
Essays from the 1990s to the Millennium
Intention: clean and tidy