Chu Mo turned his head to look at the woman with the neat short hair. She had a delicate nose and bright red lips, her eyes sparkled, but most importantly, the faint dimples on her cheeks were especially charming.
She was a cute girl with a beauty score of eighty. Speaking of looks alone, any of the spokespeople by Chu Mo's side, even any of the maids from the Emperor's Pavilion would be much prettier than her. However, Chu Mo felt from her an unyielding spirit of defiance.
He seemed to see himself from one year ago, when he barely managed to sustain his basic survival with his writing fees, bent at the waist before life, and it was that same obstinate nature that allowed him to persevere until now, to reach this point.
Otherwise, he might have already rolled back to his hometown, married and bred, then led a mediocre life.
Once, heaven had given his unyielding self a chance, and Chu Mo felt he should also give others the same opportunity.
