My sister-in-law came to my house to recuperate, and my mother-in-law stewed the dog I had raised for ten years. That night, I dreamed that an immortal who was in charge of the longevity of living beings came to me. The immortal said to me, "Your dog has two years left to live. I will give you a chance to extend your life - write your name on this piece of paper, and you can let it come back and live another two years." I looked at the glowing page and thought of the steaming pot of soup in the evening. After a moment of silence, I picked up the pen and slowly wrote three words in the name column: "Wang Guifang." That was the name of my husband's grandmother.
