With a trembling voice, Chen Hang stiffly turned his head, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.

"Brother, this is a dream, it's a dream, right?"

His voice was full of pleading; he had never longed for Chenyu's answer so much.

I hope he's sure, really sure, that this is a dream!

Chen Yu stared blankly at Chen Yu beside him, and seeing the longing in his eyes, Chen Yu felt as if a boulder was stuck in his throat.

"Brother, answer me!"

Chenhang lost control of his emotions, tears streaming down his face, and roared at him, "This is a dream! It's a dream, isn't it! Brother! Answer me!"

"Xiao Hang..."

Chen Yu's voice was bitter, as if he had just taken Chinese medicine. He managed to utter two words, but could not continue speaking.

Both of them cared deeply about the nursing home and poured all their energy into it.

Chenyu dared not say that he knew every elderly person, but Chenhang could confidently guarantee that.

Since life got better, Chenhang has been managing the nursing home, and he knows every single person there very well.

Just like now…

Chen Hang stared at the disfigured corpses, their bodies so mangled that it was hard to find any intact parts, and continued to mutter to himself.

"Old Zhang, why are you sleeping on the lawn again? I already told you to go back to your room for a nap."

"Grandma Yang, you just learned how to use the internet, why did you drop your phone on the ground?"

"And Uncle Wu, I told you not to hit the tree, that was all a lie, so why did you start hitting the wall?"

Chen Hang reverted to his old ways, forcing a smile as he berated the elderly folks, his face full of helplessness and concern for his elders.