He Min hurried over, but it was still too late. He stretched out his hands and pushed forward, trying to catch Yan Xi, but he couldn't touch anything. He remembered, and the girl in his memory smiled slyly at him, her bright eyes shining like stars. "Brother Min, Brother Min, we have a broad bond of life and death, and we have said it to my son; I hold my hand and grow old together with my son." In his memory, he also smiled, so beautiful, but in the end it was hard to return to the good times...