"Jiangcheng, Jiangcheng..."

In the darkness, I heard someone calling my name. When I open my eyes, a simple fragrance comes into my nose.

I lay in my bed at home, while Jiang Xue sat beside me. She smiled at me and whispered, "Jiangcheng, don't sleep, your parents told you to eat."

Eat?

I rubbed my eyes and Jiang Xue helped me up considerately. Still familiar with the room, I walked downstairs along the narrow wooden stairs, only to see my father sitting at the dinner table drinking a small wine, with the dry smoke gun in his hand, laughing from time to time.

All this... Are they all true?

"Dad..."...