"What did Mr. Zhuang Dashan pick up and take back?" A middle-aged man on the roadside asked casually as he prepared to drive off. The person who was asked was so tired that he couldn't breathe and had no energy to reply. Zhuang Sheng dragged a living dead man on his hands who was dirty and could not see his face. He dragged this man away bit by bit. The road was rugged, with sharp stones and nails scratching the unlucky man, and there were long blood-red traces along the way. The middle-aged man looked in the direction they came from, and hurriedly shouted to the person, "Silly boy! Look behind you!"
Intention: True love always exists in the world