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...,Zhou Yang didn't have time to think further. A sudden, loud shout from outside the hall interrupted his thoughts: "How could you be so foolish He doesn't want you anymore, why are you still thinking about him!",Holding the woman's hand, he suddenly tightened his grip, feeling the realness of her touch. The faint scent of flowers from her body wafted into his nose, and Zhou Yang's expression became agitated, his body trembling slightly!。