When the weight is pressed on the rough rock, the shoes will tear. The world had to take it off and step on the hard rock with bare feet, and the skin would be cut as the pain accelerated. However, he held back and slipped out of the cave with kingship. This time, with his glass on his back, he walked towards seclusion on the muddy ground. Sometimes, he lost his pedal and was slipped down by the soil. But the world will not let the body of the kingship touch the ground, and even an exercise will not stain it. When he came out of the damp soil, he had to enter the tall grass. The blades of grass cut his skin and let his blood flow through his body, but the world did not care how hurtful the piece of meat the kingship was infatuated with would be.
Even with trauma. . . The life of the kingship is more important than everything he has.