Lian En was stunned: Was he dead?
He kept hitting the mischievous kid who looked like him several times, but still saw no reaction from the other side. He constantly lunged at the person who, although a few years older and appeared more weathered, was undoubtedly his own father. Yet, he passed right through. The terrifying idea that he might already be dead started to flash through Lian En's mind.
"No, I don't want to die, I don't want to die! I'm only seven; I still want to study hard to make my parents proud and become an idol and support for my younger siblings! I haven't achieved any of that, so I can't just die like this." Lian En cried, desperately shouting that he wanted to go back, that he didn't want to die or worry his parents.
Unfortunately, no matter how he cried his heart out, it was of no use.
He could only follow like a ghost alongside the brat who resembled him.
