Before my rebirth, I was a joke in the jewelry design circle.
When my best friend stole my design draft and got on the podium, I was gesticulating in sign language in the audience due to communication difficulties, and was photographed by reporters as a "funny clown".
Her boyfriend hugged her waist and laughed: "You are a piece of trash who cannot hear, and you deserve to be a stepping stone."
The truck coming home after working overtime at night crushed the last bit of my dignity.
When I opened my eyes again, my best friend's sweet poison came from the hearing aid: "Jingshu, can I help you 'polished' this design draft?"
I stared at the date in the lower right corner of my computer—three years until death.
This time, I want them to see with their own eyes how a "deaf man" burns the plagiarist's throne to ashes.
Purpose: Chasing dreams, living a different life