There is wind in the corner of the alley, and there are kites that refuse to hide. She is used to hiding her edge with a cold face, pretending to be stupid in front of her family for peace, and has seen too many lives, deaths, and falls. She still clings to her original intention to hold the legal umbrella with one hand and the edge of the police weapon with the other, to find a ray of light for the victims in the abyss, and to guard her bottom line that she will never sink.
Intention: There is wind in the corner of the alley, and the kite lives here