On the day of the first snowfall, Jiang Yanning's biggest worry was finishing her year-end work. Then, on a snowy night, a young man stopped her. His lips were pale from the cold, and he was wearing a pitifully thin coat. Standing beneath a streetlight, he called her "Mom." Jiang Yanning was stunned. Was he saying that she was twenty-two years old and had an eighteen-year-old son? It wasn't until he spoke that name, Jiang Yu'an, that everything began to make sense. Yu, meaning to give, and An, meaning peace. It was the name of the secret crush she had cherished at fifteen, a name she had never told anyone. On the day the DNA results came back, Jiang Yanning stared at the report in silence. He really was her son. She and the person in question had crossed paths many times in the same social circle, but they had never been close.