My life ended when I was nineteen, yet I am still alive. In the restless hours of midnight, I often ask myself: Who am I? That day, when I was on the brink of death, Ba Lingchi held me tightly in his arms and asked if I was Qiu Ran. I told him my name was Qiu Tian. In that moment of confusion, another man gently touched my lips and asked, “Are you still Qiu Tian?” I glared at him resentfully and opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I am a living riddle, and even I don't know the answer. Yet whenever Tangtang and Guoguo call me Mom, the mark my mother branded deep in my soul appears to answer the question: I am Sweet Ran's mommy...
