"This gift is simply unbelievable. Feng Mu truly put so much thought into it for me!"
Qin Liang's voice was filled with emotion. He had lived for decades, his hair had thinned, his teeth had darkened, yet he had never encountered such a genuinely sincere person wanting to befriend him.
Truly, he felt suffocated by an overwhelming sense of friendship.
"I once promised Feng Mu that if he died, I would write a beautiful autopsy report for him, but I could never fulfill it."
"Yet, Feng Mu returned the favor by giving me a beautiful, precisely tailored body, with not a single visible stitch."
"I... feel unworthy of it."
Qin Liang was moved to tears. Originally, he was a bit hesitant between Feng Mu and the prison warden, not sure which side he should lean toward, but now, he understood.
If he even tilted a centimeter toward Qian Huan, it would be a desecration of this friendship.
"There's nothing more to say. I must stake my life to be friends with Feng Mu, witnessed by Tian Tao."
