This book is dark. Some people are not born to be defeated. He can be eliminated, but he cannot be defeated. I’m sorry, I left you nothing. The mother with exhausted edema and swollen limbs said to Han Lin, don't blame me. I can't help it. From now on, you have to live alone. I'm sorry. Han Lin, who was only twelve years old, put on a shroud for his mother and sent her to be cremated peacefully. Buried in the back mountain. At the last moment when the wooden sign was erected, he still couldn't help crying. This was also the last time he cried.