Little Wang, who was a woman, thought Old Master Li was cold and added another quilt for him.
Although the two quilts were heavy, the tangible sensation made Old Master Li keenly aware that he was still alive.
He liked that feeling.
The trembling in his body gradually subsided.
So even though it was uncomfortable, he didn't ask Little Wang to remove the extra quilt.
Noticing that the young man before him was about to speak, the old man hurriedly cut him off, overcome by an inexplicable nervousness and fear.
"Um..."
The old man spoke hurriedly and anxiously. His voice was sharp, with a faint hint of anguish.
The veins stood out on his aged, yellowed hands, as if they were about to burst through his skin.
"After waking up this time, it felt as though I'd lived another lifetime."
"When I saw Little Wang, even she seemed unfamiliar to me."
"Oh, Little Wang is my wife."
"She's still young, unlike an old geezer like me."
The old man began rambling, his expression dazed.
"Two years ago, I won the lottery."
"I suddenly had lots and lots of money."
"I was riding high. I had a new house and a new wife."
"I thought my luck had finally turned around, and that the rest of my life would go smoothly."
"After all, I had so much money."
"But God is so cruel."
"So cruel..."
The old man murmured it over and over.
"He gave me more money than I could ever spend, only to take my life!"
"What use is all that money to me, then?!"
The old man grew agitated. His eyes reddened, and his chest heaved violently, like a battered bellows making a rough, grating sound.
He gasped for breath.
Like an old beast cornered with