My son asked me why he was called Li Guhuai, and I said that I had always been ashamed of the boy named Huai. He stayed with his father when he was 21 years old. It rained heavily that night, and no one knew that there was a boy sleeping here in Luohe. "I told my son that you should actually be called Li Xinhuai." I got up a long time ago.
Concept: A story of two boys