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...,He wanted to tell her about his guilt and pain, and also about his longing for her.,She knew Zhou Yang's heart was no longer here. Forcing him to stay would only turn him into a lifeless shell and make him hate her for life!。