author:Dàcāngyuè
state:serializing
brief introduction:
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...,Hearing the familiar sound, Zhou Yang struggled to get up from the kang and pushed open the tightly shut wooden door, swaying unsteadily!,Watching her beloved man cry his heart out, feeling the immense pain in his heart, Li Youwei felt like a knife was twisting in her own.。