Wen Wanzhou's body was covered with injuries, and his hands stained with dust and blood held his mother's portrait. My father's hysterical abuse seemed to be echoing in my ears.
"You are just like your mother! Both are bitches!"
"Leave me a burden when you leave!"
"Why don't you die with her!"
Wen Wanzhou raised his eyes and looked at the gray sky.
Mom, I miss you...
Since his mother passed away, he seemed to have no nostalgia for the world.
Until... The appearance of that person made him feel a little relieved...
"My name is Zhou Xun."
Is it an illusion? ... It's so unreal.
Intention: There will always be someone who crosses the border to love you