"Birth, aging, sickness, death?"
For a moment, everyone around the sickbed fell silent.
In the old man's words, it seemed as though they saw the scene of a baby's first cry at birth leading up to several decades later, where he has now aged to this point.
Suddenly, a streak of green light appeared.
When the light dissipated, the figure of a youth in blue clothes was revealed, his face still carrying a trace of immaturity, just like many years ago, without any change.
The crowd was startled, then became dazed, plunging into memories of years past.
"Grandpa."
Jiang Ding said softly.
"Dingding!"
Lin Gang was overjoyed, but then he put on a stern face and said to Lin Wanqiu, "Didn't we agree not to tell Dingding? He should focus on his studies. This old frame of mine still has a long time to live, I won't die just yet."
"Mom didn't say anything."
"You've forgotten, today's the time for university graduation, having graduated, I naturally should come home."
