Bian Yue was brought back to reality by Shen Jinci's question. She stared blankly at Shen Jinci, her lips trembling lightly. After a long while, she spoke softly, "Jinci, I want to go see..."
The hospital is forever permeated with the smell of disinfectants, penetrating into one's lungs, painfully pungent.
Outside the morgue, Bian Yue halted her steps, looked at Shen Jinci with a forced smile, and said, "Jinci, I'd like to go in alone."
Shen Jinci didn't ask anything. He pinched her icy hand, cautioning her softly and with endless tenderness, "Okay, then I'll wait for you out here."
Bian Yue nodded, turned around, and walked inside without a word.
The room inside was bright as daylight, with everything enclosed. A narrow bed was placed in the center, and the body on the bed lay motionless, clearly no longer breathing.
For a moment, Bian Yue's breathing seemed to stop as well.
