When Yun Feiyue was pushed into the cold lake water, he threw himself hard a few times. The early winter lake water made his limbs cold and stiff, and the same cold lake water gurgled into his stomach. He had no strength, so he gave up the struggle. Maybe it would be good to die like this, at least he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. In his short life of fourteen years, he had no clothes when he was cold, no food when he was hungry, and he had to fend for himself when he was sick.
Intention: Love doesn't know where it starts, it goes deeper and deeper