Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.,"Roast duck, you've always wanted to eat it, haven't you" Zhong Jiawei forced a smile onto her face, though it seemed rather strained.。