For eight years, Jiang Ye every day and night, his heart yearns for the defiled child.,The first photo shows a young man with a pale face and vacant eyes sitting alone in the corner of a bar, silently drinking. His gaze is fixed on the dance floor, watching the wildly swaying young people, his eyes filled with struggle and indecision.,For some reason, this uncle in front of me gave off a particularly peculiar feeling.。