... It was also such a summer day, and the young Jiang Jingheng stood behind the door in ignorance, watching his birth mother Cao and a group of aunts being escorted to kneel in the courtyard.

From the time he could remember, he had never seen his birth mother's humble stance, and terrified look - the one who had always smiled wryly and brightly in front of his father, Jiang Yadan; the one who was arrogant, spirited, and domineering in front of his first mother, Xiaotao, as if she were ...