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A gentle breeze mingled with light rain,
As Jiang Ding stood silently before two graves.
"Dingding, do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"Dingding, grandma wants to eat boiled cabbage."
"Dingding..."
The voices and smiles of grandpa and grandma kept surfacing in his mind, repeating over and over again.
He had thought that such times would last forever.
Unexpectedly, all of a sudden, they were gone, never to be seen again.
Only two bleak and lonely graves remained.
"Why can't the universe's time stand still in those years?"
"I wonder if, at the pinnacle of the Immortal Path, it's possible to reverse time?"
Jiang Ding contemplated quietly.
Around him, a large group of people, all dressed in black and white clothes.
Two little ones, confused, not knowing what had happened, and no one told them.
Lin Wanqiu and Uncle Lin Yong cried countless times, with red swollen eyes, looking utterly bewildered; their spirits had visibly diminished, aged noticeably in an instant.
