Eighteen years ago, this man who picked up rags picked up a baby who was just one month old from the police station next to this elementary school. When he lowered his head and picked up the baby girl, a faint fragrance of lavender* emanated from her body.
Eighteen years later, the girl appeared in a well-proportioned appearance, with a slim figure and a look that looked like the kind of woman with extraordinary temperament, connotation, cultivation and a higher education. But no one thought that the girl was just an adopted daughter picked up from a junkyard, and she only had a sixth-grade elementary school education. That night, the girl had a very strange dream. In the dream, she saw a very beautiful mature woman. The woman had wings, and she opened her hands and said to her, daughter, my good daughter, I am your biological mother, and I am a fallen angel in heaven. The reason why I abandoned you back then was because of your father...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
