Cao Qing was shocked and grabbed Wen Wanzhi's arm. "Wanzhi, you don't have to..."
Wen Wanzhi nodded her head in assurance. "Yes, I know; I'm not obligated to help him."
Cao Qing pressed on. "Then why are you still?"
Wen Wanzhi gently patted Mumu's back, her face revealing a self-mocking smile as she spoke softly.
"Bao Yancheng once said something to me, 'Only by living can one atone for sins. Death is such a blissful liberation.'"
Only by living can one atone, and only by living consciously can one fully experience the utmost regret.
Wen Wanzhi's bright eyes were intently fixed on the pallid man inside the hospital room.
The man who once stood so proudly at the top of the world now looked like a dying man drowning.
About to drown in the illusion he created himself.
Wen Wanzhi looked down at the lifeless Bao Yancheng from on high, her laugh tinged with mockery.