「Three years later.」
In the most overlooked corner of the concert venue.
The male who was there every day, rain or shine, his eyes always closed, slowly opened them.
His eyes were filled with confusion.
Feng Wenxuan didn't understand why he was here. This was clearly a concert venue.
He wasn't particularly fond of such things, but his wife, An Xin, had loved them.
'Then again, maybe she didn't love them so much as she used them to remember someone.'
'Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was, hadn't he already died of old age in his eighties?'
The girl on stage was singing familiar songs that had been popular across the nation—all songs he had heard in his previous life.
He still hadn't figured out what was going on by the time the concert ended.
"Miss Jiang Qin is just the best. I heard she's pregnant with her third child, but she still insisted on coming to perform a soothing for us."
"Yeah, she's my savior. She's saved me countless times over the past few years."
