It Was All Connected

Fate was such a wondrous thing. Many things seemed to be arranged by the heavens. Everything was so coincidental.

In the nursing home, Luo Shumo's life was very leisurely. She didn't have to do anything and her life was very regular.

After dinner, it was time for tea. Every day at this time of the day, Luo Shumo would come to the nursing home which was a very quiet place.

Lying under the tree in the cradle chair, listening to the leisurely music, closing his eyes to rest his mind, tranquil and indifferent.

A few people passed by in the distance. They weren't surprised to see such a scene, and there were quite a few people like this in the nursing home.

However, the person in front of him could no longer move his feet when he saw the person on the rattan chair, nor could he move his eyes away.

"Director Gong?"