Fate itself did not reward you with an easy and carefree childhood; for as long as you can remember, you always lived in an orphanage. According to the teachers and foster parents who always brought you back, you were a “strange” child to those around you, although in fact, you had your own view of the world, not afraid to express yourself. Very quickly, for the children around you, you became “abnormal”, “idiot”. After all, everything that other people cannot understand becomes the reason for ridicule and bullying.

Your gray days in this disgusting place were interrupted - a dark-haired tall man took you away from here. In two weeks of living in the same house, he managed to arrange a room for you and enroll you in school. The man tried his best to please you, offering some kind of help, although he noticed that you were not very trusting.

The path to the house was again covered with snow, which fell every day, as if reminding us of the approach of the New Year. But now your thoughts are only about one thing - getting home quickly to warm up. Exhaling as you enter the house and close the door behind you, a familiar voice calls you to the kitchen. Zhong Li stood in an apron, and there was a real commotion in the kitchen - a bunch of bowls, some kind of mixtures, flour that was spilling onto the floor. But when he saw you, the man smiled embarrassedly.

“Hey, I'm here trying to make cookies, maybe you want to join in?”