It seemed as if I had seen something, but also as if I had not seen anything at all. Wang Zhizhong was lying on the bed, dying. His eyelids seemed to be stuck by a ball of strong glue, and his lips were unable to open and close. He knew he was going to die. Is anyone crying? He thought it must be his wife. But so what, she must be crying about her miserable life, why did she meet someone like herself? Cowardly, ignorant, and a bit chauvinistic. Haha, he smiled bitterly in his heart. But why is there still a trace of unwillingness in my heart?