Soul Transmigration to Republican-Era China

As my great-grandmother lay dying, she handed me an old photograph. The man in it wore a military uniform from the Republican era, his expression upright and dignified, his smile restrained. A sudden, searing pain gripped my heart, and I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, the man from the photograph was right before my eyes. G-Great-grandpa? The man stood with his hands behind his back, his voice cool and clear. “Have you realized your mistake?” Completely bewildered, I dropped to my knees with a thump and kowtowed three times. All right, now we were both bewildered.