Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his father's frozen body, he wept uncontrollably.,That kind of blow was too great for him, leaving Luo Chen disheartened. Finally, one night, Luo Chen came to the summit of Mount Tai and jumped off.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。