He accidentally broke into her life due to a sudden change in his family. He was quiet, persistent, sensitive, and full of justice, with clear and sad eyes. He was only ten years old that year. He never expects any happiness that God will give him, but he occasionally longs to feel a touch of warmth and kindness. Even if there is only a little tenderness, he is willing to do his best to repay it. But God always likes to joke, justice and evil, love and hate, right and wrong, truth and falsehood, joy and happiness, everything is real or illusory. He seems to be trapped in an endless whirlpool, a darkness that never ends, and a falling abyss. Can he still stand in the sun, can he have a chance to hold her hand, or just beg her forgiveness?
Intention: Can people break free from the shackles of fate, or can they only struggle in the never-ending abyss?