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.,Just the day before the fire, his wife Jong Jiawei wanted to send their child to kindergarten, but Jiang Zhihao thought it was a waste of money. He hadn't gone to kindergarten himself and turned out fine.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.。