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.,"Really" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something and frowned. "But... we don't have any money. We don't want Dad and Mom to fight.",When the roast duck was placed on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned to Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, Dad said he'll send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"。