The shadows of childhood were like nails, growing on his body. From the moment he was born, he was labeled a bastard, and the person who labeled him a bastard was his father. Under the gorgeous scorching sun, he looked up at the sky. There were no dark clouds, but he saw despair in his eyes. He has no protagonist aura, no sunshine, only cold reality binding him, and he can't see hope. However, during another domestic violence incident, they had an embarrassing first meeting. He seemed to be carrying a light, and he cautiously broke into his life. He was tempted step by step, fell down step by step, and the constant blending of reality and fantasy made him feel a little dazed. Can he finally turn the fantasy into reality?
Intention: The redemption of a young man is better than the warm sun in winter