His eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth moved rapidly in agitation, and his breaths came out heavily, like the pent-up energy of a volcano about to erupt, each exhale a blast of fury.,That same year, at the end of the year, one night, I vaguely remember being hit once. In a daze, someone injected my arm with something. Soon after, my breathing became extremely difficult, and eventually I was thrown into a dumpster.,A few days later, he woke up and found himself in Hangzhou, a thousand miles away from Yancheng. His uncle was the one who saved him.。