Publisher's Synopsis
In the grave of Master, I cried for a morning of life, no food, no place to go, and walked alone along the reservoir dam. The light rain in the afternoon made the sadness of the already sad heart more sad, and he was soaked and drenched on the dam.Lonely, lonely, cold...Until the sun fell, the heavens did not pity him half, and the rain went even bigger. Looking at the lights in the distance, but not all of them are always bright for him. Just thinking about it, he is full of despair in life. Except for the two toy guns that Master had left for him, he now has almost nothing.
