The mother and child clung to each other, their faces etched with grief. It was a memory he would never forget, the most painful of his life.,Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.,Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, and changed the subject: "Let's have congee for dinner tonight. Your stomach isn't doing well, so I'll cook the rice very soft, it might take a little longer."。