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...,She loved him, loved him to her bones, she wouldn't allow him to suffer even the slightest bit of grievance!,He was an intellectual from the city. Not only was he good-looking, but he was also cultured, knowledgeable, and well-spoken.。