In the fifth year of Han Jin Dynasty, when the auspicious snowfall did not herald a good harvest, Ju Wu picked up a child in the snow.
When I was still young, I was afraid of holding on to someone's coat in the dark with my little hands. As long as I can remember, I would often stand alone in the corner of the house. I was not good at words and just quietly watched the words and deeds of the person in front of me.
Ju Wu pursed his lips and said nothing, just pretending to be a random apprentice.
The gentle master attacks x the cold-faced apprentice suffers
Intention: hope