Looking at Liu Lanxiang lying in the hospital bed, Zhao Tiezhu felt a sourness in his nose and his heart was very uncomfortable.
He reached out his hand and gently caressed Liu Lanxiang on the bed.
A torrent of emotions surged through his heart.
Zhao Tiezhu couldn't help but murmur softly.
"Auntie, if I hadn't done that back then, or had endured a little longer, would there have been a completely different outcome? You would have been alive, and no one would have been hurt!"
After saying this, Zhao Tiezhu paused and then fell silent.
But some things, once they happen, are irreversible. No one can start over, not even the gods.
Zhao Tiezhu picked up the cake and placed it in front of Liu Lanxiang, but he didn't open the cake box.
Looking at it, his mind began to wander, and Zhao Tiezhu murmured to himself again.
"Auntie, it's been a long time since I've come to see you. It's not that I didn't want to visit, it's just that I've been really busy lately!"