By His Side, I Raised Myself Again

After my grandma left, I was taken back to that "home". There, I was a redundant person, a bargaining chip that could be exchanged for betrothal gifts, and I was careful even to say "thank you". On my way home from self-study in the afternoon of that year, I was kidnapped. I escaped desperately and was stopped in front of a motorcycle. The boy wearing a helmet sent me to the public security bureau, leaving only one name: Zhou Zhiyuan. Later I learned that this name would pull me out of the darkness again and again. By his side, I nurtured myself all over again.