My father told me that I am not his biological daughter.

　　Actually, I had guessed it.

　　Anyway, with such a melodramatic life, anything can happen.

　　Fate wants to make sure that I can never surpass Lin Qi, but I won't.

　　Later, Pei Chen sent me to the airport.

　　I couldn't stay in China anymore.

　　I was targeted by several parties and treated like a stray dog.

　　I had previously met a senior student studying fashion design at school, who later went to the UK and started a small design company.

　　It was fortunate that I had built some connections before.

　　The senior student said she was willing to take me in.

　　The reason I chose a fashion company is that my father made a living selling clothes.

　　I won't forever stay abroad like a stray dog.

　　I will come back.

　　I will fiercely confront and defeat everyone who takes pride in something.

　　...

　　At the moment I boarded the airplane, I bid farewell to my homeland.

　　Gazing at the clouds drifting in the night sky, I suddenly felt so abandoned by the whole world.

　　It would be great if life could be like a thrilling novel.

　　Just uttering "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" would give me the confidence to not be bullied as a youth.

　　In my first year in the UK, I did not live well.

　　The most outrageous thing was that someone else offered a higher price.

　　Once, I rented a house and halfway through, the landlord threw my luggage out of the house overnight.

　　This was the doing of Lu Zhao in China.

　　He called me and said viciously, "If my sister is unhappy these days, don't expect to be happy either." In London, the weather was damp, and whenever it rained, it poured.

　　Dense dark clouds seemed like a god's wrath.

　　I hugged my bag and hid under a bridge.

　　However, it couldn't stop the endless rainwater from seeping into the design drafts in my bag, just like how I couldn't prevent myself from being engulfed by the darkness of fate.

　　"Do you still not believe in fate?" When Pei Chen saw me off, he said this to me.

　　Do you still not believe in fate? Maybe you are destined to be shattered to pieces? Maybe everything you do is in vain, and in the end, you will be thrown into a dark underground abyss.

　　Will you still fight? Will you still work hard? Perhaps working hard will be useless too...

　　I wiped the rainwater off my cheeks and dialed that series of numbers with trembling fingers.

　　Until I heard his calm and serene voice on the other end of the phone.

　　"Hello?" "You only dare to call me now, you're so heartless." He seemed to always have a disinterested and detached attitude, as if there was no one worth his attention.

　　I gripped the receiver tightly and asked him softly, "Pei Chen, should we believe in destiny?" The person on the other end of the line fell silent for a moment, then answered me, "I am also searching for the answer to that question." ...

　　Later, I found out.

　　The night I called Pei Chen, he had just had a falling out with his family.

　　Pei Chen, a graduate from a prestigious school with remarkable abilities, had run away from home.

　　He refused to comply, refused to inherit the family business, and left his bank cards and all his savings on his father's desk in his study.

　　It was later on that I discovered his ambition.

　　It was a year and a half later when he sent me photos from the other side of the Earth.