Ziluo, his beautiful, courageous, and fragile Ziluo would not survive if she caught that kind of cold.
Even with a vaccine, she wouldn't make it.
He murdered his own brother.
His soul might be condemned to hell for this, but by destroying that virus and saving countless lives, he thought that the merits could offset the sins, and he also saved Ziluo.
Ziluo was entrusted to him by their mother on her deathbed.
Ziluo was the continuation of their mother's life; no one was more like their mother than Ziluo.
Mu Feng walked up to the guards; many had heard the gunshots and witnessed the scene, but no one spoke.
Their expressions were all uncertain.
Some were at a loss, while others felt relieved.
Many people disliked Mu Shaocheng's tyranny; now everything seemed to be over.
He scanned several faces, "Mu Chen is dead. My father is dead too."
