I followed the woman for a week. The dream unfolded patiently, with no time skips at all—not even fast-forwarding.
It was torture. I was worried about Ye Qing, and at the same time had to endure the woman's vulgarity and malice. Even after I severed my connection to her, I couldn't make her shut up or block out her voice.
As for resentment, she probably resented Zhou Xixi just as much as Zhou Xixi resented her.
Zhou Fusheng was the same. He didn't say much, but whenever the woman brought up Zhou Xixi, his obvious resentment surfaced too.
After a week, I had more or less figured it out. Zhou Fusheng really had hit Zhou Xixi because he was drunk and not thinking clearly. Before that, he hadn't intended to murder her. But after drinking, with the alcohol clouding his judgment, he had driven to the area near Zhou Xixi's rented apartment and waited for her to appear. In the end, he had stepped on the gas.
Of course, I wasn't trying to make excuses for Zhou Fusheng. There was no excuse for him. What he regretted most about the whole thing wasn't that he'd run over Zhou Xixi and killed her. It was that he'd been caught and sentenced. In his eyes, Zhou Xixi had deserved to die. It was just that she'd died beneath his tires, landing him in prison.
The couple were beyond forgiveness.
I felt no sympathy for them. I even hoped Zhou Xixi would show up soon, put an end to all this trouble, and settle their score.
Whenever I thought that, I also worried that Zhou Xixi might not survive until 2023, when something went wrong with Ye Qing.
At last, the torturous week was over, and Zhou Tengfei could be moved from intensive