A group of people dressed in black and holding flowers appeared in front of Jiang Wen's tombstone. Raindrops mixed with tears on everyone's body. Feng Hong knelt in front of the tombstone and burst into tears. Jiang Tian stood aside and ignored everything here.
Feng Hong suddenly stood up and printed a red palm print on Jiang Tian's face with a "pop" sound. "You cold-blooded thing, this is your father's funeral! I shouldn't have given birth to a monster like you in the first place!" Jiang Tian didn't look at her, staring at Jiang Wen's tomb in a daze. Feng Hong covered her mouth and said, "Get out... Get out of here!"
Jiang Tian left without looking back.
From then on, Feng Hong never returned to her seemingly warm home. She just put living expenses on Jiang Tian's card regularly every month.
Jiang Tian never touched the money, neither wanted nor needed it.
Concept: Everyone has his or her own light
