"At the beginning, I did enjoy a few days of comfort. I had good food, drank good wine, wore warm clothing and even had fun with a few women." Li Fei smiled faintly, but he looked sad.
He then admitted, "But, no matter how rich I was, I knew that it wouldn't change the fact that I was a murderer. No matter where I stayed, I never felt safe. I always felt that the police would suddenly break into the house and take me away."
He shook his head. "At first, I even got in touch with some people and gave them a lot of money, as they promised to clear my name. But, in the end, those people were all quacks. Then, I wasted a lot of money on fake IDs. Also, those women who stayed with me were all eyeing my money, so I stopped visiting them!"
He sighed. "In my mind, a million should have been a lot of money, at least sufficient to last me the rest of my life! But, the actual reality was the total opposite. Within two years, it was almost all gone! I couldn't even afford a decent house!"
