He thought to himself in the dark, if she were to leave this world, wouldn't nobody know the evil he had done?
He could continue to live a peaceful life, enjoying endless wealth and power.
However, just as he was indulging in this joy, he suddenly noticed Wen Mian's eyelashes quivering slightly beneath her tightly closed eyes.
In that moment, he felt as if he saw Wen Mian's resilience and vitality, as if she was engaged in a silent struggle with the grim reaper.
Zhang Huasheng stood at the entrance of the hospital room, wrestling with his conscience.
He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and pushed the door open to enter.
The air inside the room was heavy with the pungent smell of disinfectant, stinging his nose slightly.
Wen Mian lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and her breathing weak, oxygen being fed into her lungs through her nostrils.
Zhang Huasheng looked at her, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
