After the car accident, his wife, the woman he called Ruoxi, fell into a coma and was once thought to be beyond waking. Looking at the helpless doctors, Linghu Yong appeared more distressed than if he were dead.

Some of the younger nurses were gossiping in private, saying that the woman had a good eye and chose a good man who wouldn't abandon her even in this state.

But no one knew that all of this was planned by Linghu Yong, even the timing of the car accident, the point of impact, the surrounding traffic conditions... he even predicted the approximate arrival time of the ambulance.

That's right, he wanted Ruoxi dead.

Only with her death could those secrets be buried forever.

But what he didn't expect was that this woman, who had always been so docile in front of him, had such tenacious vitality. Such an impact hadn't killed her on the spot.

After emergency treatment, she miraculously survived, although her head was severely injured. The doctor warned him to be prepared for the patient never waking up.

But... she was still alive after all.

As long as she was alive, there would be a day when she would wake up. When she woke up and connected the recent events, she would definitely realize that he had arranged the car accident. The consequences of that... were absolutely unacceptable!

Many years later, one night, late at night, he persuaded Ruoxi's father to leave, remaining alone in the ward, looking at Ruoxi, who was lying on the bed with her eyes tightly closed.

She was his wife, but now, she had become his death warrant.

Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a rapid panting sound. Immediately afterward, the woman on the bed, who had been motionless, began to tremble.

Although the movement was small, it immediately alarmed Linghu Yong, who was standing to the side.

In Linghu Yong's conflicted and frightened gaze, the weak woman slowly opened her eyes.

They were empty and confused eyes. After a long time, Ruoxi seemed to realize where she was. Her eyeballs slowly moved in their sockets, and the moment her gaze touched Linghu Yong, it suddenly changed.

An emotion called fear instantly occupied her eyes.

As expected...

Linghu Yong's heart sank. Although she was slow to react, she wasn't stupid. After waking up, she immediately realized that he was behind it all.

Linghu Yong quickly walked over, staring down at that familiar face.

Ruoxi's lips trembled slightly. She was badly injured and could barely move at all. She couldn't make a sound either. The fear in her eyes was almost palpable. Linghu Yong saw pleading in those eyes.

"You know too much. I can't risk keeping you alive. Blame yourself for being too curious and insisting on unlocking my computer in secret."

As soon as he finished speaking, Linghu Yong reached out and slowly pulled off the breathing mask from Ruoxi's face.

"Huff--"

"Huff--"

...

Violent gasps sounded. Ruoxi kept twisting her body, her pale face turning red. She struggled painfully, wanting to breathe in more fresh air, but everything was destined to be in vain.

Linghu Yong silently watched all of this. Nightmares were about to drive him crazy. His secret... could not be known by another person, otherwise he would die too.

No, he would face an even more terrible end than death!

He would not place all his hopes on a woman.

The violent struggle seemed to aggravate her injuries. Large mouthfuls of blood flowed from her mouth. "Cough... cough cough..." Ruoxi choked on the blood, her hands stiffened, and blue veins popped out on her face. Until her death, her eyes were fixed on Linghu Yong's face.

Besides despair, there was only hatred left.

Pure, astonishing hatred.

Staring at the woman's unseeing face, it was impossible to say he wasn't afraid at all, but Linghu Yong still gritted his teeth and returned the gaze with equally fierce eyes: "Don't blame me, you brought this on yourself!"

Time and space intertwined, and Linghu Yong seemed to return to that day, that hospital room.

The scene before his eyes flashed through his mind frame by frame, like a movie replay. Every frame was the same as before. After everything settled, Linghu Yong slowly stepped forward and closed Ruoxi's unseeing eyes for her.

Not because of a guilty conscience, but because being stared at by those eyes made him feel like something in his heart couldn't be suppressed and was about to surge out.

Next, he just had to wait.

He would wait until dawn, then pretend to be very flustered and go find the nurse on duty, saying that his wife, Ruoxi, was dead. He was too tired, fell asleep, and only discovered it when he woke up just now.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Just as he took a few steps, turned around, and habitually wanted to double-check that he hadn't left any loopholes, the scene before his eyes made his heart turn cold, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze.

Ruoxi's eyes were staring at him, filled with resentment.

How could this be?

Why... why did she open her eyes again?

Linghu Yong's nerves were already a little dazed. He couldn't tell if this was reality or if he had returned to that time and was re-experiencing what he had already experienced.

But he clearly remembered that Ruoxi was already dead, and at that time... she hadn't opened her eyes again.

A change had occurred...

Linghu Yong slapped his face hard. It hurt, he felt the pain, this didn't seem like a dream. He cautiously stepped forward, reaching out a trembling hand, wanting to close Ruoxi's eyes again.

Closer, closer, just as he touched Ruoxi's eyelids, an icy chill came from his fingertips.

So cold.

Ruoxi's body didn't feel like it belonged to someone who had just died, but rather someone who had been stored in a cold storage for a long time after death.

But fortunately, her eyes closed again, without any accidents along the way.

Just as Linghu Yong was about to leave immediately, perhaps a premonition prompted him to turn his head and take another look, just to make sure.

But this time, what met his gaze was still a pair of unforgiving eyes.

A moment later, Ruoxi's already stiff嘴角(zuijiao - corner of the mouth) twitched, and large drops of bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, "Do you want me to die so badly?"

Linghu Yong's head buzzed. He grabbed his hair, his pupils trembling violently, and staggered backward, feeling like he was going crazy.

No, the whole world was crazy!

"Do you want me to die so badly?!"

"Do you want me to die so badly?!"

...

The piercing voice was filled with boundless resentment, like a broken record, the tone rising higher and higher.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Linghu Yong's psychological defenses finally collapsed. He crawled backward, crying, and a warm liquid dripped down his trouser legs.

"I don't know anything, let me go, let me go! I don't want to die!"

The burly Linghu Yong slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, constantly wriggling backward. A pair of pale white hands slowly reached out from the darkness behind him, and Linghu Yong felt a chill on his neck.

"I'm dead, why are you still alive?!" A woman's voice screamed in Linghu Yong's ear.

"No... no!! Ah...!"