As he died, he saw himself lying on the sickbed and his weeping descendants. Then time rewound ceaselessly until he stood once more before that door.,As he listened, Jiang Zhihao's tears flowed even faster.,Jiang Zhihao walked over slowly, standing before Zhong Jiawei. Looking at his living wife again made him want to hug Zhong Jiawei and tell her how much he missed her.。