Rebirth 1975: Starti

In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,Only the old man's raspy, feeble voice and the rustling of paper and pen broke the silence in the ward.,If letting go of her own happiness could bring him a lifetime of joy, she would willingly fold her wings and give him the freedom to fly!。