Shi Qingxuan is still dead.
On a cold winter night, floods flooded the ruined temple where he lived.
It was New Year's Eve. He begged on the street and had a full meal. His bright eyes were full of joy. He took out the remaining chicken drumsticks from his arms and drew a portrait of the former navy officer with a branch. He bowed to him and whispered Happy New Year.
Mission: Never give up despite hardships.