When I came out of the shower, I found that he was gone. In fact, I didn't blame him, I just felt that I was unlucky.

I covered my right face that was swollen by my substitute mother and contacted regular customers. The sisters next to me looked at me with contempt.

I endured it all night, and when I got the money, I quickly transferred the station fee to my mother, and then returned the rest of the money to the creditor.

I passed by a university. The sun at 8 o'clock in the morning was a bit dazzling. I squinted and looked at the school gate with envy. If I was a little luckier, would I also study here?

It was night again, and I was the dusty boy with a flower name again.

I was only 20 years old, and there was no turning back.

I laughed at myself and retracted my thoughts, but I saw a thin layer of fog on the mirror.

I stretched out a hand to wipe it, and when my fingertips touched the slightly cool mirror, I was slightly startled. It was not the mirror that was fogged, but my eyes.