In the heavily guarded VIP ward, a solemn silence hung in the air. An elderly man, his eighties or perhaps even nineties, lay on the bed, connected to a plethora of tubes and monitors. He spoke in a feeble voice, recounting something...,She loved him, loved him to her bones, she wouldn't allow him to suffer even the slightest bit of grievance!,He married her not because he loved her, but because his father was the head of the brigade and she had four older brothers. Their family had a lot of manpower and surplus grain!。