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.,Decades ago, the fire took his wife. It was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him. No matter how hard he worked or how much money he made, he couldn't fill the void in his heart.,Li-Li didn't know how her father had experienced a full life. She reached out and gently patted Jiang Zhihao's back, her soft voice echoing in the room: "Daddy be good, don't cry oh, Li-Li is here for you."。