Six years ago, at a wedding, she'd been set up by her fiancé and her sister. She'd been exposed to the scandal of being pregnant with a bastard child and had been knocked down by her fiancé's car and had a miscarriage. Six years later, he would be reborn and reexamined. When he threw the bill at her and told her to leave - "Take your money and get out of my house. I don't owe anybody anything." The only thing she couldn't get over was - "Auntie Qin, I like you. Will you be my mommy?" And he - "'Don't dirty your hands, wife. Leave the man to me.'"

The more things I explore, the more I wanted to try.

"I love you, Heather. But, you will not disrespect my girlfriend."