Reborn with the 'Old Immortal' Back Before the College Entrance Exams

On the day I died of illness at seventy, Xiao Yanting, who had been giving me the cold shoulder for so long, finally came home.

Unfortunately, he didn't make it in time to hear my last words.

My soul floated in midair as I watched the man press our children, asking whether I had left any last wishes for him.

Our daughter laughed bitterly through her tears. "Mom didn't leave you a single word."