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.,Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately jumped out of Jiang Zhihao's arms. She excitedly ran to Zhong Jiawei and tugged at the plastic bag, asking, "Mom, what is it What is it","Roast duck, you've always wanted to eat it, haven't you" Zhong Jiawei forced a smile onto her face, though it seemed rather strained.。