The year he met He Sichen was the darkest phase of Feng Suheng's life.
First, the entertainment company he had poured all his heart and savings into collapsed.
Then, his seven-year-old son died in a car accident.
His wife couldn't handle the shock and asked for a divorce.
By that time, he had gone from being a somewhat famous small business owner in the industry to becoming an agent at Huanyu Media.
If he couldn't sign an artist soon, he would either have to take a pay cut to become an assistant to an artist or resign on his own.
That year, he felt as if the sky had never been bright.
No matter what the time was, everything above him, before his eyes, was pitch-black.
Until that day, when he met that boy who shone like light, sitting on a bench by the street.
"Are you hungry?"
Clad in a courier's uniform, his face still betrayed the innocence of a boy.
The young boy sat down beside him uninvited and handed him half of the burrito he was holding.
