The ashes of the old house buried my childhood, and the snow of the orphanage hid my first meeting.
He is a porcelain, an orphan whose family has fallen into disgrace, and he has spent half his life tracking down the culprit who destroyed his family;
He is America, a plunderer who stands at the pinnacle of power. He has carved up everything from him with his own hands, and delivered himself to him with his own hands.
Forgetting is protection, getting close is atonement, concealing is affection.
When the truth tore open the scars, the cold war froze all tenderness, and a car accident turned him into an unconscious vegetable.
He regretted it deeply, but chose to escape completely;
But after he woke up and crossed the ocean, he only left one sentence:
Porcelain, this time, come back to North America with me.
Purpose: Knock on beautiful porcelain
