Eighteen years ago, my mother wandered along the Yellow River to Jiuxing Bay. The villagers regarded her as a stupid girl and betrothed her to an old bachelor in the village. Not long after we got married, my mother gave birth to me. She died that day due to dystocia. No one knew my mother’s name, and no one knew whose child she was pregnant with. Eighteen years later, I opened my mother’s grave and found a piece of dragon scale in her coffin...