The first time he saw the child in front of his sister's coffin six years ago, he felt compassion. The child was thin and helpless. He suddenly felt that he could love him, cherish him and protect him. He believed in love at first sight, so he kept paying for it silently. But he still couldn't get a response. His lover was always addicted to his own illusions. He hated his disregard.
When each other's gears crossed each other, the original goodwill was wiped out. He thought he was the one part of his life that had gone wrong.