The young man's self-esteem is like the layer of wallpaper pasted on a stormy rainy day.

When it is blown by strong winds and rains, it can be bruised all over its body, but its adhesion is inexplicably strong, and it stubbornly refuses to fall and be with the sludge while holding on to the wet window.

Vulnerable, yet inexplicably tenacious.

Just like Zhao Buxian's inferiority complex and proud heart at the moment.

He held his head high, like a ......

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