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...,Watching her beloved man cry his heart out, feeling the immense pain in his heart, Li Youwei felt like a knife was twisting in her own.,Because of this, I was beaten up by several older cousins. If it hadn't been for Li Youwei stopping them, I might have been killed.。