Jiang Zhihao was certain it wasn't a dream, because dreams wouldn't let him remember so clearly. He could recall every single moment that had happened.,Back then, I spent my days aimlessly, addicted to alcohol and gambling. When I lost, I'd ask my wife for money. If I had no money, I'd get drunk and smash things.,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.。