The ward was dark, with only the faint light from the instruments. The regular undulating lines represented the fact that the woman on the bed was still alive.
The door to the ward was opened, and several people came. Finally, only a man walked in. He was holding a cane and walked with a decent manner, but he could not hide his lameness.
The room was still dark, and he calmly walked to the bed and sat down without speaking.
"Are you planning to murder me by scaring me to death?"
The woman on the bed spoke, and her voice was heard in the ventilator mask. Her hoarse voice was hard to tell whether the man heard her clearly.
"I came here to tell you that you defeated Jiang Zhen."
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When Jiang Zhen laughed so hard that the instrument started to alarm, Fu Weiyi sat up straight before the chaotic doctors and nurses barged in, "Jiang Zhen, do you regret it?"
Jiang Zhen was lying on the hospital bed, trying to look through the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose for the last time.
As if she felt Jiang Zhen's gaze, Fu Weiyi made the meaningless action of opening her eyes and took off the frames, leaving only lifeless eyes, which reminded her of the grand wedding banquet.
"If it's about marrying you, it seems a little bit."
Fu Weiyi, Jiang Zhen's ex-fiancé and illegal ex-husband, a real cold-blooded husband and a poisonous wife, very unlucky.
Mission: Cherish life and pay attention to mental health