In order to support herself and her son, Zhou's mother could only take on some laundry jobs to earn money.
However, she had lived a life of luxury for too long and didn't last long before dying of depression.
Zhou Xuan lost his father and mother to support him, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and do things despite his reluctance.
However, one of his legs was useless, and the older he got, the less useful that leg became.
On the second cold winter day, he fell ill and lay alone on his damp bed, as past events flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
He thought back to his youth, when his family was poor and he was determined to go to Beijing to make money. That's when he met Zhang Wenwen. To be honest, the days he spent with Zhang Wenwen were the happiest days of his life.
Later, he became a general, and then he met Bai Chen—
He always felt that his life shouldn't be like this.
He should be living a much more glamorous life—
He always had the same dream: he was the president of the country, and Bai Chen was standing beside him, arm in arm, smiling sweetly.
But looking back, the disappointment I felt was even greater when I saw the dilapidated ceiling.
This made him feel even worse.
"Cough cough cough—"
Zhou Xuan coughed softly, closing his eyes in pain—
Back in the system space, Ning Hong immediately hugged Jiang Cha, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes closed, resting.
"You're back."
Jiang Cha opened her eyes and smiled gently, a smile that softened Ning Hong's heart.
This feels so good.
Acha was like a wife waiting for him to return home, even though his work hours seemed a bit long—
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