He stopped crying, only the sockets of his small eyes were red, but because the lights in the corridor were out, Fu Zhuoyi couldn't see his expression.

The shame faded a little.

What he remembers, his father said, a manly man, blood, sweat and tears.

All the way to the outside of the theater, the bright street lamps pour down from the second floor, illuminating everyone in sight.

Fu Zhuoyi walked into the car......

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