Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his father's already cold body, he wept uncontrollably.,Luochen was once a celestial venerated in his past life. With his experience, how could he possibly not understand,And with a single glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a forgery. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。