No one understood this sentence at the time.
Everyone thought Xia Wenjin was certain to die, watching the little figure on the bed with a face pale as paper, Xia Sichen wished the illness was his instead.
The village was already preparing for the sister's funeral. The mother was already weak, and during that time, she cried every day, worsening her condition. The entire village was shrouded in sorrow and gloom.
That day, as the sister was fading, a white-bearded, white-haired old man suddenly arrived in the village...
Xia Sichen recalled the events of those years. Being young, many memories had blurred, yet he still remembered his parents' joy at regaining what they thought was lost, and his mother shedding joyful tears.
He was also happy.
The old man soon left, and the sister was cured.
But he noticed after that, his mother's gaze towards his sister was filled with affection yet tinged with melancholy. A year later, the mother passed away.
