Wen Wanzi's vision was once again blurred by tears.
She disliked crying, and even more so, she disliked her vulnerable self.
After recovering from leukemia and giving birth to Mumu, she had sworn never to shed tears lightly again.
But ever since she arrived in this hospital room exclusively for Bao Yancheng, she had broken her promise countless times.
After leaving Bao Yancheng, Wen Wanzi felt like a bird escaping a golden cage.
Even though she knew she was at death's door, the joy of freedom still occupied most of her emotions.
She seldom thought about what kind of life Bao Yancheng would lead without her.
Even if it was painful and listless, that was the retribution he deserved, and a price he had to pay.
She selfishly spied on his past and saw the world of Bao Yancheng, nearly collapsing after she left.
She had thought she would look down on Bao Yancheng's pitiful state, and even manage to coldly laugh a few times.