Gu Kai frowned, his gaze heavy as he looked at Fang Zhiwei. "Zhiwei, the dead can't come back to life. You have to face reality. Just because you can't accept it doesn't mean Uncle Fang can wake up."
Fang Zhiwei's expression froze abruptly, her eyes dull as she stared at him.
Seeing her quiet down, Gu Kai softened his voice slightly. "Uncle Fang mentioned donating his body before he passed. If you're willing—"
"I'm willing."
Fang Zhiwei bit her lip tightly, choking back sobs as she cut him off before he could finish.
Her swollen, red eyes fixed firmly on Gu Kai. "That was my dad's wish, and I'll agree to it. But, Gu Kai, my dad was killed by you and Bai Yiyi."
At her words, Gu Kai's handsome face darkened instantly. "Zhiwei!"
Fang Zhiwei shook off his hand, stood up, and her face of grief was replaced by a thick hatred. She spoke through gritted teeth, her words sharp and deliberate, "Ah Kai, I hate you. From this moment on, I hate you and Bai Yiyi."
