What caught my eye was the girl's glaring gauze. In the face of the arrival of sweetness, Xiao Kui still chose to wrap his wounds in silence. He calmly said he had to endure for another two years. This understanding and restraint that transcends age is a child's survival instinct in a long-term domestic violence environment. Looking at the mother behind Xiao Kui, who seemed oblivious and only cared about her makeup, I finally understood the source of his despair today. At that moment, Jian Tian made a decision beyond his age. He firmly held Xiao Kui's cold hand. This statement was not only the passion of a youth but also a declaration of war against fate. Although at this moment he still did not have enough ability to fight against the world, he was willing to be the only light in Xiao Kui's abyss. This was not only an escape but also the beginning of mutual salvation between two broken souls in the dark. Today, Tian really thought that as long as they escaped to Uncle's apple orchard, he could give Xiao Kui a home. He tried to carry the future of two people on his tender shoulders. However, reality is always cruel and merciless. The gears of fate easily crushed the boy's fantasies. The police found the two in the heavy snow. Even though they held each other’s hands tightly in the snow, it was no match for the adults.