His body, already deteriorating from the daily and nightly poisoning by Lin Xuansu, was failing, and he was keenly aware that his remaining days were few.
He had also thought it through clearly; if the day arrived when his life's flame flickered out, he did not want to burden Lin Xuansu.
Her life had already been filled with much suffering because of him, and if possible, he didn't want her to suffer any longer.
Everything was his own doing; he had no right to blame her.
Perhaps it was the courage brought on by alcohol, but he found himself walking towards that door he had never opened before.
The lights in the room had been extinguished; in such deep darkness, Zhou Bingquan, emboldened by drink, for the first time, pushed open that door.
On the other side of that door was the only woman he had ever loved in his life.
Even if in her eyes, he was so despicable.
