The next morning, my father and I sat in front of the TV waiting for the entertainment news report.

But the news that followed took us both by surprise.

Because Lin Xuan was not dead; he had already turned the corner.

"What's going on? Did the cooked duck just fly away?"

My father became unusually irritable.

He stayed home all day, just watching TV, muttering to himself.

"God bless, let Lin Xuan die soon!"

Perhaps it was really God's blessing. A week later, the news suddenly reported:

Lin Xuan's condition suddenly worsened, and despite all efforts to save him, he died.