The news about the Rain Night Killer on TV was still going, and the downpour continued, but it all seemed irrelevant to Gao Ming.,A chill instantly ran down Gao Ming's spine. He turned around to see his father and mother standing side by side behind him, their heads bowed.,“Every time Dad and Mom came home, there were more candles on the cake. Eighteen was coming-of-age, so when eighteen candles appeared, that was my pass.”。