The adoptive father Yan Qingcheng had called for eighteen years turned out to be her biological father. She finally understood the defensiveness in Jiang's eyes when she was a child. For all these years, Qingcheng had always thought that she was alone. She had no family. Even if there was love, she didn't dare to pursue it. She didn't have the courage to fight for it, and she couldn't let go because she liked it. . . .
