Wan Jinlun took her to the entrance of the morgue. Ouyang Nuannuan looked at the large characters for 'morgue', feeling completely cold, devoid of any warmth.
She stood at the door, her whole body seemed petrified.
She looked at Wan Jinlun and shook her head, "You... you're joking with me, right? Shao Shuyang can't be dead; he won't die."
"Nuannuan, I'm sorry; I should have been the one to go. Shao Shuyang saw that I looked after Feng Shiyan all night, so..."
After speaking, Wan Jinlun lowered his head, not daring to look at Ouyang Nuannuan.
Because he feared that a single glance at her would render him unable to continue his fabrication.
Ouyang Nuannuan clenched her fist, bit her lip, and struggled for a long time before stepping into the morgue.
The mortuary in the morgue was dimly lit, unusually calm.
Ouyang Nuannuan felt her body was as cold as a corpse, unable to feel her breathing.
She looked at the person lying inside, already covered with a white cloth.
