Ten years ago, in a dark alley in the middle of a snowy winter, he collapsed after a fierce gang fight. His body was covered in injuries, and the cold penetrated his bones. When he faintly regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was a small cotton ball shivering beside him. The air was still cold, but a strange feeling of warmth suddenly rose in his heart.

He survived that night, and not only survived, but became stronger. His power in the underworld grew further and further, making everyone respect him. But in the midst of that fiery life, he had one exception: the little girl who appeared beside him that winter day. Everyone knew that he protected that girl like a treasure, and his indulgence for her was limitless.

However, that girl was not like a normal person. She was mentally handicapped, and her behavior and thoughts were like that of a carefree child. This sometimes caused him trouble, but he never scolded her. Instead, he just looked at her with gentle eyes.

Ten years passed, she was 18, and he was 32. He still pampered her like before, not letting any of her shortcomings bother him.

One day, he brought her to the company - a place set up for money laundering. Because there was an important meeting, he brought her along and let her sit on his lap in the conference room. At first, she was obedient, but soon left her seat and wandered around. She played with the projector, distracting everyone in the conference room. However, no one dared to speak up, because his eyes seemed to warn: "Whoever stops her will not be at peace."

The climax was when she climbed onto the conference table and walked around on it. This time, he glanced at everyone, slightly curled his lips, as if to confirm his indulgence. Then he looked up, looking at her with gentle eyes mixed with a smile.

"Kitten, come here. I don't want to see you fall carelessly..."