And he knew that the cause of tying himself down was himself.
So-called self-inflicted suffering cannot live.
Shen Jiangli lowered his head and watched as the nurses pushed Han Manyin into the adjacent ward.
It was a VIP ward, which he had reserved for her from the start.
After the nurses had pushed her in, he followed.
Shen Heyu, seeing this, followed suit.
In the ward, after the nurses made initial records of Han Manyin's various vital signs, they gave Shen Jiangli multiple cautions before leaving.
The ward quieted down.
Shen Jiangli pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, looking down at Han Manyin's face. He had to admit, she indeed was very beautiful, bearing a resemblance to Shen Heyu's face.
But now, her face was pale, her eyes tightly closed, and she appeared utterly lifeless.
Shen Heyu walked over to him and whispered comfortingly, "I hope you get well soon."
She said nothing to absolve him of guilt, as after all, it was indeed his fault.