"Soon... it will all be over."
He spoke softly, in an almost relieved tone:
"I will pay the ultimate price for what I did."
Ye Nian looked at him quietly.
She didn't understand what Zhang Weiguo meant.
I don't want to understand.
That was his own choice.
He lived a life of constant wandering and utter misery.
Let these petty sufferings become Ye Nian'an's source of amusement during his leisure time.
Ye Nian'an glanced at him one last time, then resolutely turned away.
This time, she didn't look back.
Zhang Weiguo knelt on the cold ground for a long time.
Until Ye Nian'an could no longer be seen at the alley entrance.
Until the blood on his forehead began to congeal.
He then slowly and stiffly rose from the ground, like a puppet whose parts had been removed.
He did not go home.
That so-called home is now more terrifying than hell to him.
With his face covered in blood and bruises, he ignored the terrified looks from passersby and walked heavily in one direction.
Zhang Weimin's home.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the Zhang family's courtyard was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Zhang Weimin squatted under the eaves, smoking one cheap cigarette after another.
Thick smoke billowed from his mouth and nose, but it couldn't dispel the deep sorrow etched on his brow.
He didn't even want to go to the factory anymore.
He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to escape.
Escape this cursed home, escape this endless torment.
But where could he possibly escape to?
Just as Zhang Weimin was about to be overwhelmed by this despair, someone knocked on the courtyard gate.
Who is it?
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