The Return of the Go

When I was ten years old, my mother died unexpectedly.,Perhaps it was fate that spared me. Perhaps the King of Hell knew I wasn't at peace and didn't take my soul.,In Hangzhou, during the days he relied on his uncle, he met a neighbor kid. He was a kind and generous child, willing to share snacks with him and toys, unlike other kids who mocked him for being a wild child.。