Ji Sima was silent for a long time beside the bed, remembering what he said to his father eighty years ago: "Some sufferings and sins always need someone to bear them. This world is not a good thing. I have given you a life of fine clothes and fine food, and I also have to give you some sufferings to endure. The Buddhist scriptures say that there are three thousand worlds in the world, and all three thousand worlds are like houses on fire. How can you and I live in a house on fire, how dare we expect to stay out of it?"
Looking out through the window, there was a steady rain outside the window, the sky was dark, and the man was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly. Under the big candlelight, Ji Sima saw him frowning uneasily, as if he knew something was about to happen. Ji Sima sat in silence for a long time before changing his clothes. Before leaving, he kissed the man's lips gently: "I wish you good health for the rest of your life." Ji Sima said.