"Some extra memories?"
Bai Xiqin looked at her grandparents, who tightly held onto her, feeling slightly bewildered.
Seeing the deep gaze in their eyes, Bai Xiqin seemed to guess something, and her confused eyes were tinged with a slight mist as her fingers tightened around their arms.
Sadness, excitement, and joy, all mixed together.
"It's those memories from our future selves, I can't tell if I am him or just myself. I remember all of his experiences vividly, as if I suddenly possess two people's memories. In my mind, I have never parted from you all."
Bai Zhengxuan looked at Bai Xiqin with affection, with a hint of long-lost comfort different from his usual kindness.
In those painful memories belonging to his future self, he truly understood the agony of losing loved ones.
The feeling of being alone and helpless must be like that.
Even in the last minutes of his life, he felt no joy of having a big family, only the image of his wife of decades dying before him.
