Perhaps someone would take advantage of others at this moment.
Have a good time before dying, be a dashing ghost, wouldn't that be wonderful?
After all, once dead, it will reset.
Heaven knows, earth knows, I know, but no one else knows.
Isn't that right?
But Ren Zhong wouldn't.
If he did, how would he be any different from a beast?
He would no longer be himself.
Tonight, once the anger in his heart ignited, it never extinguished.
Calmness was merely a necessary facade.
Now he just wanted to burn out with this fury.
He didn't want to dissipate the anger in his heart, so he wouldn't do anything against his conscience.
It was this way in the past, and it will be this way in the future.
With such a mindset, as he approached death, he agreed to Ju Qingmeng's request, offering her hope.
It was both a lie for temporary gain and a sincere promise driven by emotion.
Startled by Ren Zhong's shout, Ju Qingmeng's hand, poised to pull down the gauze, froze.
