That was the first time Jiang Qing saw him, and it was a beautiful evening.
The light outside the window refracted through the window and rippled on the ground, and the rich voice hit her ears with joy.
"Qingqing, I'm Uncle Park."
Jiang Qing raised her head and saw a middle-aged face with a kind smile that people often say, holding the arm of the person she called her mother but was actually a stranger. Next to her was a boy who was hidden in the light and shadow, tilting his head and showing a faint expression.
She knew she had a place to call home again.
Intention: The empty name is actually our only connection