I don't know if it's due to the reflection of light. His skin is very white, like ice that has not melted for thousands of years. It is not pure white, but pure white. The edges and corners are not obvious. His face is slightly red due to the heat. There is a strange feeling between youth and adulthood, greenness and maturity. In the shadow under the peaked cap, his eyes seemed to be flowing with suffocating and unruly evil. His eyes were as indifferent as if they were filled with ink. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the shape of his face slowly slid down. He knelt on his left knee in the dirt, raised his right foot, put his right hand on it, and straightened his back. His pants were stained with red soil, and his palms were also stained with red soil, but they were not dirty at all. On the contrary, they gave people a cleaner and holier feeling.