First Era, Dragon Lo

Decades ago, the fire took his wife. It was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. No matter how hard he worked or how much money he made, he couldn't fill the void in his heart.,In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, there was a newly bought lighter. Gasoline had been prepared at noon and placed in the kitchen cabinet.,Long ago, the two had already slept in separate rooms. Jiang Zhihao would come home drunk every day, reeking of alcohol, and he liked to get into drunken fights. Zhong Jiawei didn't want to disturb the child.。