Three-year-old Guoguo squats on the threshold and picks at the cracks in the mud, picks up grass roots and stuffs them into his mouth. His withered yellow hair cannot hide his sallow complexion. The elder brother next to him is thin, and the father, Zhao Heng, is in his prime. Guoguo cried, and the memory of his past life came crashing back. Zhao Heng's vision went dark and he fainted instantly. When he opened his eyes again, he clenched his fists - in this life, he would never let tragedy happen again!
