If you can't hold on anymore, then find a light that belongs to you... There is light in my boy's eyes, can I get closer and have a look? The sky started to rain heavily for several days. The boy was walking in the rain holding an umbrella. At this time, a puppy was crawling under the tree in front of him, shivering. The boy gently put the umbrella next to the puppy and ran into the rain... The drunk boy clung to his chest, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and said softly: Fortunately... Fortunately you are still there...
Intent: Everything that happens here is their story
