Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,Lily is just four years old, much smaller than other children her age, and very thin.,Li-Li didn't know how her father had experienced a full life. She reached out and gently patted Jiang Zhihao's back, her soft voice echoing in the room: "Daddy be good, don't cry oh, Li-Li is here for you."。