In the thick of winter in the twelfth lunar month of that year, he was as miserable as a dog, and his mother was dying. It was she who held him up with her little hand in the midst of adversity...
Time flies, and the little boy back then has become a terrifying god of war. He returns with all his glory, just to repay her for his past kindness...
In this life, if she wants to rise, he will accompany her to rise. If she wants to ebb, he will take off all his glory and keep her peaceful throughout her life...
