In the hospital room, Su An sat on the bed, humming a tune and enjoying the view outside the window.
At this moment, he was the only patient in the room; the others were going through rehabilitation training accompanied by their families.
With a creak, the door opened, and a man with black hair walked in. It was Little Drilling Wind. His entrance didn't catch Su An's attention until he stood right in front of him.
"Are you looking for me?" Su An looked puzzled; the person before him felt familiar, yet he was sure he had never seen this man before. While waiting for a reply, Su An picked up the white porcelain cup beside the bed, blew on the tea inside, and then took a gentle sip.
"I'm your grandson from fifty years in the future. My name is Su Wenshan," Little Drilling Wind cut straight to the point.
