My writing in the first 20 chapters was very poor, I hope you can forgive me, and my writing will be a little better in the following chapters.
He would never forget that rainy night.
An unusually clean old man with tied-up hair and a rose in his breast pocket.
Handing him an umbrella, a warm hand held his.
'From today on, you are my son, Hilbert Jean Jiran! ! ! '
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
