But she couldn't go back. The body rejected her attempts to enter, to even get close.
Xu Su watched Zhou Mochen spend a fortune hiring one team of doctors after another. Medical teams of all ethnicities came and went in waves. He grew more and more exhausted, the despair in his eyes deepening.
The sanity he struggled to maintain in front of others was on the verge of collapse. The occasional glint of madness showed that he was no longer the brilliant, gentle, and elegant young master of the Zhou family.
Zhou Mochen had always been one of heaven's chosen, sitting high above the clouds and looking down on the mortal masses. Perhaps meeting Xu Su was the only tribulation in his life.
Just as Mrs. Zhou had said, she truly was the calamity that had ensnared him.
When Zhou Mochen had wanted to marry Xu Su, his parents had, of course, taken action. With the Zhou family's power, they didn't need to secure an alliance through marriage to another powerful family.
