Harbor City, First Hospital, VIP Ward.

"Mr. Lin, this is a second-hand confirmation form from your father, Lin Jun. Have you considered signing it?"

The doctor left the ward.

Lin Wan-yu looked at Lin Jun lying on the hospital bed, barely clinging to life. There was not a trace of injury on her face.

"For twenty-one years, we've still met this way."

Since graduating from university, the two have never met.

Because, I hate him.

After a long silence, Lin Wanyou finally spoke softly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Do you know? You don't deserve to be a father."

We were supposed to have a full house, but you destroyed it with your own hands.

The doctor said, "Your chances of recovery are 50%, and we need a signature from your family member."

As she spoke, Lin Wan Yu glanced at the list in her hand, then snorted coldly and tore it to shreds, tossing them onto Lin Jun.

Even if there's a 100% chance I can do it by hand, I won't sign. Give up on that idea.

"Because, you should have died a long time ago."

The voice suddenly rose several notches, laced with boundless hatred.

Lin Jun's heart clenched painfully, and he felt a pang of sympathy.

He felt sorry for his son, who had lived in hatred for most of his life. Twenty years had passed, and he still hadn't let it go.

If I had argued back then...

If there was any possibility, Lin Jun just wanted to say sorry to his daughter. He didn't expect forgiveness, only hoping she could let go of the hatred and live a good life for the rest of her days.

The next second, the ventilator emitted a piercing beep.

Lin WanYu glanced coldly at Lin Jun, whose face was ashen, holding the removed oxygen tube in her hand.

Watching the heart rate monitor slowly return to a straight line.

His face was pale, a smile gracing his lips, yet tears streamed down his cheeks. He seemed to be drained of all energy, collapsing onto the ground like an empty shell, murmuring softly.

"When I was five years old, you took the last ten yuan we had left to buy noodles. My mother and my younger brother and I waited for you to come back, but you actually went gambling. You came home drunk and took it out on us three. My mother protected us, and you hit her hard in the back with a piece of wood."

"Though her mother was covered in wounds, she couldn't bear to watch me and my brother die. She braved the storm to go to the village reservoir for fish."

That night, we drank the freshest fish soup we'd ever had in our lives...

Saying this, Lin Wan Yu had already cried to the point of tears streaming down her face, unable to speak.

And at this moment, Lin Jun's soul, adrift outside his body, floated silently in the air, watching everything before him. The child's cries were like daggers, piercing into those poignant memories little by little.

The news about the wife fish eventually got out, and the pond owner came to demand compensation.

The impoverished family couldn't afford to pay, and was verbally abused by the landlord who pointed fingers at them.

Regrettably, back then, I was so stubborn about saving face that I placed all the blame on my wife. I even foolishly thought she had humiliated me, and immediately resorted to violence, beating her until she fainted before stopping.

That evening, his wife and two children drank pesticide together. By the time he discovered it, he had only managed to save their son.

The wife and son lay on the ground, pale as death.

It was as if I had been struck awake by a hammer, but it was all too late...

Even if he achieved great fame, wealth beyond imagination, and widespread respect, the past event still hung over him like a sword, constantly reminding him of his inability to fully apologize to his wife and children.

I regret...

I hate......

"I, Lin Jun, would give up all my wealth to live life over again!"

Suddenly, Lin Jun was sucked into a huge whirlpool, and the sky turned dark.

…………

Spring of 1985

"Lin Jun, this is the only ten yuan left at home. Go to town and buy two bags of noodles. There will be over one yuan left. Buy some notebooks for the children."

In the haze, a faint voice rose, (reading disability) the voice was both familiar and strange.

In the hazy mist, a faint voice echoed, both familiar and strange.

Lin Jun's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't he dead? How could he still hear voices?

Just as he was doubting, the sound of the child's chatter came to his ears again.

"Dad... wake up!"

A shout of alarm made his heart race, and he snapped open his eyes to see a young boy in revealing clothes pushing him.

"Zuo Zuo..."

He cried out, and clutched his son in his arms.

Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, but the two people standing beside her were stunned by the scene.

A little girl with pigtails blinked her big, watery eyes at him.

Beside the child stood a man in a flowery checkered shirt. He was handsome and slender, though his clothes were simple, he could not hide...

"Wanyue..."

"Qin Mengying..."

No, this isn't possible, it must be fake.

Lin Jun chuckled self-deprecatingly, shook her head, and hugged her son's arm even tighter.

This scene appeared countless times in his dreams, and before death it happened again, and the feeling was so real.

But, so what, it's just a dream after all.

"Daddy, you hurt me."

The son struggled to get out of Lin Jun's embrace, and accidentally scratched his arm with his nails. The real pain gave him a jolt.

Pain… so real.

"Lin Jun, are you alright?"

Qin Mengying frowned, took her son from his arms, and asked in puzzlement.

Unintentionally, Lin Jun caught sight of the calendar on the wall. It was March 18, 1985.

"Boom..."

He finally realized what it was and hurriedly grabbed a mirror.

Black hair, a white vest, army blue pants, canvas rubber shoes, at this moment, he was clearly dressed as he was forty years ago.

I... I was reborn!

He excitedly slapped his chest, scanned the faces of his closest relatives present, and tears streamed down his face.

"Wan Yu, come give daddy a hug."

His gaze lingered on the child. In his past life, he had favored sons over daughters and paid much attention to his son. Even after his wife and son's death, he only provided his son with the most basic necessities for survival and never truly cared for him.

This also led to the fact that the incident from that year was held a grudge against for nearly twenty years by the child.

Wanyun was so frightened that she directly hid behind Qin Mengying, staring in horror at her father who usually always beat her.

Lin Jun smiled wryly and shrugged, but he also understood his son's anxiety and didn't press further.

This life, starting over, must cherish the most precious love.

Seeing everyone looking at him suspiciously, Lin Jun chuckled dryly twice.

"That's it, buying noodles, right? I'll go now."

After receiving the money, he went straight out the door.

"Lin Jun, don't gamble anymore... We have no money left."

Lin Jun was startled, his hand holding the money involuntarily clenched.

"

Won't...

He almost shouted these two words.

He clutched the hopes of his whole family, how could he? How dare he?

He turned his head to glance at Mu Zhiqin, his eyes were red and moist, he grinned, and said, "All of you be good, wait for me to come back."

With that, Lin Jun walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

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