In the room, Tan Qiuxu smashed his hands onto the floor again and again, and again and again. No matter how much more vicious he was to, he knew that Tan Qiuxu's hands were the holy hands of the medical realm, so he had never touched those two hands.
However, Tan Qiuxu now looked like he had gone mad, killing himself with all his might.
Scattered beside him was a broken picture frame. Inside the frame was a painting that the official Jinghua painted when she was pregnant, it was a child leading a thin line tied to a hydrogen balloon, on the left side of the child was a tall man, on the right was a woman with long hair flowing down her shoulders, the family of three faced the back of the ocean.
It was a sunny day, the blue sky and sea were the same color, blue sea and blue sky, flying seagulls, children standing on the beach, hydrogen balloons gently flying.