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.,Many times Jiang Zhihao would think, just how much hatred for himself, and just how desperate one had to be, to choose to end their life in this way.,The child's kindness and thoughtfulness warmed Zhong Jiawei's heart. At the same time, thinking about what she was about to do, her heart felt unbearably heavy with sadness.。