Dressed as a sadistic vegetative person, I waited for death, but was bound to the future live broadcast system. The audience was all big shots, and the barrage was barraging with life-saving information: "There is evidence of tens of billions of property transfers hidden in the divorce agreement!" "Remove the oxygen tube quickly! It is a chronic poison!" As soon as I hid the evidence to expose the conspiracy, the ward door was suddenly pushed open. The scumbag who was supposed to be at the wedding rushed in and knelt beside my bed with red eyes: "Honey, I was wrong. I don't even want my property. Please wake up and take a look at me..." But they didn't know - I woke up a long time ago, and the days of barrage teaching me to slap my face have just begun!
