Many, many years ago, Lu Mingxuan also heard some words.
His mother gently held him:
"Xiao Xuan, don't be afraid, the tolerance rate of this world is very high. Even if it's hard for you to organize your words to make friends, as long as you have a kind heart, you will definitely make friends."
His father said with a smile:
"If you like games, then treat life as a game. Sometimes, if some difficulties are really insurmountable, then don't force yourself."
"Experience life in the way that feels most comfortable to you, it doesn't necessarily mean you're avoiding."
His parents nourished Lu Mingxuan with love, like sunshine and rain.
Even after losing them, in the most helpless time of his life, he encountered Scorpio, truly turning life into a game.
Lu Mingxuan had regarded his father's words as a kind of creed.
But now, someone suddenly told him, no, life is not a game.
Yet, Lu Mingxuan felt that Dad wasn't wrong, and this person called Wen Xishu... wasn't wrong either.
