He gently lifted the curled up boy up against him and raised the glass to his mouth: "Listen to me, slow down your breathing now and relax." A hand was attached to Chong Guang's twisted hands, gently stroking his belly, patiently and gently, and a faint singing voice came from the living room: "life is so wondeful with you, the time I'll never forget all my Life..." The soft female voice and guitar moved people's hearts. Gong Ming's heart felt softer and quieter than ever before. The boy in his arms seemed to be the same as he had been hiding behind people many years ago, with a stubborn and sad look on his face. He raised his other hand to rub Chongguang's flaxen hair, but quietly put it down. The lights outside the window were bright. For no reason, he thought of a lyric he had heard. He couldn't stand the passage of time, and he couldn't escape the boy here.