Lin Xiaoyun, 21 years old, has advanced leukemia.
The doctor said he only had three minutes left.
In these three minutes, he dreamed that he traveled through the world of immortality, becoming a disciple, practicing, establishing a sect, overcoming tribulations and ascending to heaven - living for three thousand years.
Over the past three thousand years, he had thought countless times: Is this true?
Until he pushed open the Nantianmen.
Behind the door is not a fairyland, but the shadowless lamp in the operating room.
He was floating in the air, looking at his little self below, at his crying parents, and at the electrocardiogram turning into a straight line.
Then he heard his mother say: "Xiaoyun, wake up."
He woke up.
But the flying sword in the painting beside the bed really shone.
If this is a dream, why does the sword glow?
If this wasn't a dream, why did he come back?
