The first time the two met was in an alley, the boy was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. The hat still couldn't conceal the anger between his eyebrows.
When we met for the second time, the young man stood in front of everyone with a lazy expression, a wound on his mouth, but a arrogant look in his eyes.
Later, the two met a few years later. The arrogance in the young man's eyes was no longer possessive, but was replaced by a murderous and decisive look.
"Why? Why did you leave without saying a word?"
"..."
"Do you think he has had a good time these years?"
"Then do you think I've had an easy time these past few years?"
"How have you... Been these years?"
"Not good"
It turns out... We are not doing well.
Intention: It starts with you and ends with you