On the way to the hospital by taxi, my hands were shaking, and I had to open the car door several times before I succeeded.

Once at the hospital, the morgue's door seemed to spin in my eyes, and I hesitated to push it open.

A young police officer opened the door and ran into me, asking if I was Xiang Shiliu.

I nodded numbly.

There was obvious sympathy on his face.

The morgue was dim, but a single white light shone clearly on Lin An'an.

I hadn't seen Lin An'an in two years, and she was horrifyingly thin.

My gaze moved up from her arm.

Her facial features were still gentle as water, but they were covered in blood, and her entire head had caved in.

Previously, I seemed to be drifting outside of reality, but the moment I saw Lin An'an, I was forcefully pulled back to reality and slammed onto the ground.

My legs gave way, and I couldn't support myself, so I knelt down.

My mouth was wide open, but I couldn't catch any air.

I wanted to hold An'an's hand, stretching my hands forward forcefully, but my vision grew darker and darker.

Before I passed out, it seemed I saw An'an from high school. She held my hand and walked me out of the rooftop of the school building, telling me not to be self-destructive and to live on strongly.