On the trail, the man carried the little man on his back and walked steadily step by step.
"A Yuan, you will always carry me on your back, right?..." The voice faded away, and the night wind covered up the words that should have been spoken.
"Xiao Wei, you broke your promise. Why don't you get up? I'll have to carry you for the rest of my life. I..." The man's eyes were red and his veins were bulging, but he was caressing the person on the bed with an extremely gentle force.
...
"Xiao Wei, God has given me another chance. You, wait for me."