'It couldn't be clearer. I finally understand why you said what you did in my past life as you stroked my head, Grandma. You said I was getting too worked up and should be forced to drink a big bowl of Coptis tea every day.'
'You said that when I'd had my fill of the Coptis's bitterness, if the fire inside still hadn't gone out, I should just add another bowl. Coptis might be bitter, but it can save a life. As long as I stuck with the medicine and didn't switch, there was at least still hope.'
'Why didn't I understand what you meant back then? And why did you have to leave so soon after?' Shen Weimin didn't dare to stay any longer, afraid he would lose control and reveal that something was wrong.
Other than Changqing, he didn't want to, and didn't dare to, tell anyone else that he had been reborn. In this life, he would watch over his grandmother and make sure she survived the end of the year.
