Meng Quan suppressed his inner fear, at least he couldn't let Chen Rong discover it.
Chen Rong had become the source, constantly emitting a rotten corpse stench.
The lemon-scented freshener quickly dissipated, overtaken by the overwhelming scent of decay, even ventilation couldn't blow away the pervasive smell.
No matter how much Meng Quan could mentally endure his wife's decay, his physical self couldn't handle it.
So when his wife approached him with a nauseating corpse stench to hold him, he exerted immense willpower to suppress his spasming stomach.
Three minutes later.
"Ugh—"
Meng Quan leaned over the sink, removed the toothbrush and spat out the foam from his mouth.
Took a sip of water, gargled, and spit it out. Meng Quan wiped his face, looked up, and noticed the bloodshot eyes in the mirror.
In just three days, he had already become quite haggard.
Turning off the faucet, Meng Quan walked out of the bathroom.
