He always thought that he was happy, a man of fireworks, his years had faded, he had seen through the dust, but there was one person who opened his heart to him and never left him.
Who would have thought that once the past events were brought up again, he would be plunged into eternal catastrophe. As expected, his fate was like that of an ant, just like a wisp of dust. He was just the little bitch who was ridden by thousands of people and trampled by thousands of people. He was humbled to the ground.