Dressed in clothes, sitting at the bedside, sipping porridge handed over by his son. Flower slaves only feel sweet in their hearts. Over the years, the mood of haze has also been swept away.

Half an hour later, Ai, a flower slave, came out of the room and saw Song Yan, who was practicing boxing in the yard. There was an addiction in his eyes and a secret thought in his heart: "God has broken my family, but it has made me meet a man..."

Half a while later, Song Yan gathered his fist.

waved to the floral slaves on one side, then embraced the other side and asked softly,...