Rebirth 1975: Starti

In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,And the child was hiding in the woman's arms, crying and shouting, "Bad uncle"!,He wanted to tell her about his guilt and pain, and also about his longing for her.。