But then again, it's one thing not to be sick, but the anxiety of living each day with your heart in your mouth is truly unbearable. One could say every minute and every second is torture.
Every minute and every second, you're wondering when you might suddenly drop dead.
Zuo Rong originally thought this was how he'd spend the rest of his life.
Always on tenterhooks, always in agony, but now Zhao Tiezhu had appeared.
Zhao Tiezhu's arrival was like a ray of light piercing through the darkness.
The appearance of this light made Zuo Rong see hope, it could be said that now Zuo Rong was like a drowning man, desperately trying to cling to this last lifeline.
While Zhao Tiezhu stood there, quietly watching the Zuo Rong in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, he gently smiled.
Seeing Zhao Tiezhu's smile, the wrinkles in Zuo Rong's frown also smoothed out.