Chen Yi paused for a moment before chuckling lightly, "My son, Chen Miao, may not have died, he may have just traveled to another world."
"Traveled to a different world."
"Not dead?"
The Tuberculosis Rabbit blinked in surprise, then suddenly realized the possibility. Right, it wasn't impossible—after all, someone who was hit and killed by their truck could transmigrate, so it wouldn't be unreasonable for someone killed by a falling coconut to do the same.
But the likelihood was very small, that's all.
After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Yi, how did you think of this?"
He felt that Yi might be overly heartbroken and had concocted this story in his mind to console himself, as losing a child in one's middle age is indeed one of life's great sorrows. If only it had been the loss of a spouse in middle age—that would have been a cause for celebration.
Tsk tsk tsk.