Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the setting sun, its twilight casting across his surroundings. Jiang Zhihao felt as if he had just woken from a dream.,In my dream, he had already lived a full life. He was diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer at the age of eighty.,His gaze slowly shifted to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao trembling slightly as he twisted the key.。