Prologue

I am going to die! Before losing my last consciousness, Fang Ming revealed a faint bitter smile. After writing time-travel novels for over ten years, in the end, I still do not know if I will ever travel through time...

Fang Ming continued to speak while wiping away the tears that he could not help but shed

Realizing the presence of danger, Fang Ming was just about to appropriately reduce his speed. However, it was too late. The vehicle in front suddenly decelerated, and with no opportunity to change lanes, Fang Ming could only slam on the brakes. Yet, the distance was simply too close; the small car, propelled by inertia, crashed into the vehicle ahead. With the assistance of action and reaction forces, it was pushed diagonally into another lane, only to be struck head-on by a large truck that also failed to slow down.

Returning to the bustling service hall, Fang Ming finally squeezed to the renewal window. After paying the usage fee for the next three years, he let out a long sigh of relief. Taking out his phone, he saw that the hour hand had already pointed to 11:30. He was running out of time, so Fang Ming hurriedly rushed back to the car. Fortunately, by this time, the crowd and traffic were not as dense as they had been initially, though the rain seemed to have intensified a bit.

Despite the fact that Fang Ming, as a web writer, still had a contract regarding physical books to sign at hetushu.com, he patiently navigated through the slow-moving traffic. After finally escaping the congested expressway, he turned onto the equally chaotic surface streets and eventually found a rare parking spot on the outskirts of the cemetery parking lot, which was already filled with vehicles.

After wiping the dust off the tombstone, he placed the offerings and fresh flowers in front of the cement coffin, sitting cross-legged on the spot cushioned by a plastic tablecloth, Fang Ming murmured a report to the tombstone. When his parents were alive, he was reluctant to communicate with them, feeling that there was a generation gap between them, and a few words would lead to arguments. However, now that they are separated by death, he finds that he can no longer speak to them. As the saying goes, a child wishes to care for their parents, but the parents are no longer there. Only upon reaching a certain age can one truly understand the pain that the elderly experienced at that time.

However, it is precisely this last-minute effort to seek help that has turned what was originally a smooth traffic situation into a difficult one. Coupled with the light drizzle typical of the Qingming Festival, this has led to a considerable number of rear-end collisions and scrapes caused by the local residents, resulting in an even slower traffic flow.

In the depths of the void, a grand voice suddenly resonated in the consciousness of Fang Ming, both real and illusory: "As you wish..."

Fang Ming hurriedly crossed the ground road and re-entered the suburban ring expressway. In his anxious state, he did not notice that his speed had already exceeded 100 miles per hour. While this speed may not be significant for other types of vehicles, it was perilously close to the danger zone for the small car driven by Fang Ming

Old man, I believe in Christ, so I will not burn paper for you. Over the years, you have indulged me, so let’s indulge one more time. I have brought the Bible, let me read you a passage from "The Final Praise." Only with the *Book* can God illuminate me...

My son is getting married at the age of 11, and his partner is a very good person. During the Winter Solstice, I will bring him over for you to see. You no longer need to worry about him not having anyone to take care of him in the future

The old man, the old woman, and the son are now considered famous

On the morning of April 5, 2064, during the Qingming Festival, Fang Ming was driving a small car with an out-of-town license plate along the urban suburban ring expressway leading to the Binhai Cemetery in Mingzhu City at a rapid pace. As part of a national custom, every year on Qingming and Winter Solstice, thousands of people flock to various cemeteries to pay their respects and remember their deceased loved ones, and Fang Ming was no exception.