At the end of the corridor, on the rooftop, Jiang Chuan still stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distant sky.
At this moment, Jiang Chuan's mind was persistently pondering a question.
This question had actually been tangled in his heart for a long time, but he had never truly faced it.
Because he had always suspected that his parents were not his biological parents.
Even when he was a child, there were such rumors around. Many children would point at his nose and curse him as a bastard, saying he wasn't his parents' biological child but rather picked up.
Jiang Chuan remembered that he fought them back, and afterward, few dared to say such things. But this notion had been deeply rooted in Jiang Chuan's heart since that time.
As he grew older, Jiang Chuan learned more and more. He found that not only did his appearance bear no resemblance to his parents, but also his blood type was entirely different during medical checkups.
