Carefully sprinkle golden dust under the sun, exchange a cup of tea for a cup of wine, wet my tears with your sleeves...
——Jiang Hang, I am not your daughter.
——Yes, how can a daughter kiss her father unscrupulously?
——No way! I'm very good.
--Kindness.
——You liar!
--Kindness.
——You lied to me for ten years.
--Kindness.
——You...
——If you had said it earlier, why would I have set up a situation of several years?
——... Take your hand away... Ah...
Stepfather, biological mother, sunshine, dust... The warmth that does not abuse the heart. . . What a liar.