author:Qinghai Changyun
state:serializing
brief introduction:
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.,Hearing his son's sweet voice, Jiang Zhihao wiped the tears from his face and picked him up, saying, "Dad will work hard to make money. Tomorrow, I'll take you to kindergarten, okay",Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately jumped out of Jiang Zhihao's arms. She excitedly ran to Zhong Jiawei and tugged at the plastic bag, asking, "Mom, what is it What is it"。