They groped forward in the darkness, but fate only harshed him more and more. His efforts were like betting into a black hole, and he ended up with nothing.
Tang Yi was watching the farce upstairs. Everything was proceeding normally as he wrote. He remained silent and indifferently stayed away from the whirlpool, watching the progress because he knew the final outcome of the story and their fate.
Those were the boys he wrote in his own hand.
Intention: Experience builds feelings, good and evil wax and wane.