When he was twelve years old, his parents were deliberately killed. He, who had no worries about food and clothing, could only choose to grit his teeth and accept the hardships in life. Jumping from heaven to hell, it often only took a moment. Those gray days were crushed into powder and turned into good medicine for his injuries. All was poured into his throat, leaving only a mouthful of bitterness. When she was two years old, a new member came to the family. Her parents taught her to call her eldest brother and uncle. She called out sweetly, but all she got in response was an indifferent face. Their originally parallel lines are now intertwined, and they jointly perform their own script.