Cangyuan Zhuhai

At night, a rickety figure stood squatting under a willow tree by the river and secretly sobbed. The boy cried very sadly. There was already a hint of coldness in the autumn night. The boy was wearing thin short-sleeved casual sports pants and looked at the vast black night by the river, with only the faint moonlight shining through. The boy's silent cry was filled with a little despair and helplessness... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.