My Daughter's Funeral Wasn't Over When My Phone Rang

Wang Yi had lived in seclusion from the world, cultivating the Dao for more than ten years.

One day, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain throughout his body.

His phone, which had not been switched on in ages, rang for no reason.

His daughter Jingxiang's childish singing came from it:

"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on one vine..."

The sound guided Wang Yi's spiritual awareness

to an empty mourning hall.

A woman lay helplessly across a coffin.

Inside lay a delicate young girl dressed in white,

her face devoid of life, with only her round eyes

expressing her final reluctance and regret.

"Dad... You finally came.

Mom and I have missed you every day...

**."

Wang Yi finally understood: the so-called Dao

had never required leaving the mortal world to seek it.

He tried with all his might to turn everything around,

to make up for the more than ten years he had been absent.

Could he do it?

"Xiangxiang, Dad will give you every beautiful thing in the world."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.