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.,Jiang Zhihao knelt down and held the little girl in his arms.,Standing at the door was a young woman, with long hair cascading down her shoulders and a tailored professional suit that accentuated her figure. She possessed striking features and a graceful demeanor. Her eyes, in particular, along with her high nose bridge, enhanced her overall beauty significantly.。