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...,Looking at Li Youwei's red and swollen eyes, recalling decades of piercing guilt and longing, Zhou Yang could no longer hold back. He pulled the woman into his arms and held her tightly.,"Right, this must be when he just received the notice to return to his hometown and confronted his wife about a divorce."。