In the long corridor, only the sound of leather shoes striking the floor seemed particularly solemn and silent. The morgue door was opened, and a chill invaded.
"Where is she?" Lu Beichen asked the doctor guarding the side.
The doctor went over and brought out the person. Lu Beichen saw the vague corpse and immediately closed his eyes...
"Did you see her?" Tong Songlin's tears couldn't help but flow again, "Did you see how miserable my daughter is?"
"I'm sorry, truly sorry!" Besides saying these words, Lu Beichen didn't know what else to say. His mind seemed filled with her pleading cries that night. If it weren't for him, would she not be so hopeless and helpless, leading to this situation?
"Lu Beichen, give me back my daughter!" Tong Songlin punched him over and over, heart-rending.
"I don't believe she's dead!" Lu Beichen suddenly blurted out, causing Tong Songlin to tremble.
"What do you mean by that?"
