At that time, he was wearing a beige windbreaker and walked slowly through the alley with his hands in his pockets. He glanced back and then suddenly slowed down. Through the faint light, she could see his sharp eyes like needles. She, who had been walking closely with him just now, saw that he was paying no attention to him and hesitantly found a corner and squatted down. She thought she was being sentimental. The man in front of her was a well-known strong man in the Forbidden City. How could he pity the lives and deaths of others for no reason? "Kid, I didn't tell you to stop." A magnetic and serious voice. Sitting in the corner, she shook slightly and felt a little at a loss. Two minutes of silence - suddenly, he strode towards her huddled in the corner and lifted her onto his broad, strong shoulders. "Ah——" She exclaimed in fright and immediately closed her mouth obediently. The man looked at her thoughtfully with his cold and slightly sullen eyes, which made her tremble in fear. He strode along, minding his own business, without saying a word. The soft black wind reaching her ears gently rubbed her back, and the belt of his untied trench coat fluttered in the wind. ... The result was that the kid was beaten on the first night he was brought back by this man. "I hope you can remember that people can never give up hope of living no matter what." He said looking at the dirty kid in front of him who was crying.