He was lying in the hospital bed, barely clinging to life. His wife, Xiao Chan, sat by his bedside, holding his hand and tearfully praying under her breath. He opened his weary eyes and looked at Xiao Chan, then parted his pale lips and whispered softly, "Dear Xiao Chan,..."
Xiao Chan placed a finger to his lips, "You're tired! Rest quietly, be a good boy, don't talk!"
With great effort, he said, "But there's something I must confess to you!"
"There's nothing left to confess! You're tired, just sleep well!" Xiao Chan sobbed.
"No! No! No! I must confess, I want to die in peace. I've been with your sister, your best friend, and your best friend's friend."
Xiao Chan wept softly, "I know, it's alright..."