Spring turned to autumn, and six years had passed in the blink of an eye. Shen Yinian had grown into a graceful young man, the quadruplets were already schoolboys with backpacks, Lin Xiaoguai had stepped into middle age, and Shen Chi was approaching the age of being considered elderly.
With the passing of the years, what was represented was not only the growth of the children but also the passing of the elderly.
Just last year, in 1998, the Shen Family had bid farewell to two elderly members, and both Shen Zhangming and Luo Yufang had passed away peacefully, their smiles never fading from their faces.
In the Lin Family, Lin Nianqiang had passed away four years earlier, and Zhou Fengqin had followed him two years later.
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the ultimate truths of life. Lin Xiaoguai had thought about saving them, but even the most miraculous medicine in her hands could not stop aging.
