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...,Hearing the familiar sound, Zhou Yang struggled to get up from the kang and pushed open the tightly shut wooden door, swaying unsteadily!,And she's nothing but a little country bumpkin, not even close to Cinderella.。