Leng Weixuan pushed open the door to the villa's bathroom, taking a harsh cold shower inside. He wanted to wash away the bad luck on his body, but it felt like no amount of showering could get rid of it.
While he may be a rich playboy, he was not a desperate, vicious criminal. Murder was something he was experiencing for the first time. Even thinking about it now, he was cold sweating all over. Regret. He really didn't want to kill.
All the blame goes to that madman Tang Zhou. So what if he had concealed illnesses? So what if they were severe? It was not a big deal; he could have kept it a secret. Did he have to go mad over it?
Even if Tang Zhou were a little more rational, there was no way he could have killed someone out of fury!
Leng Weixuan shivered severely. After taking a bath, he lied down on the bed and tried to sleep. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tang Zhou coming to haunt him. The fear woke him up from his dreams, completely unable to sleep peacefully...
