Being Adopted by Angers, I Can Only Go and Slay the Dragon.

2003 AD, St. Mary's Orphanage, Illinois. The boy had some luck, and the sound of the flute overflowed from every flute hole like clear spring water, quietly filling the world surrounded by iron fences. It's a late autumn afternoon in Illinois, and the sun shines on my back through the sparse branches and leaves of the red maple with an old warmth. Wild daisies undulate with the wind, like undulating yellow waves, and the earth breathes slowly in the gaps in the cement floor. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.