"Cough, cough. Just, you know, let everything go in one ear and out the other. Treat me like a breeze and forget about it."
"Hmph." Du Muhan snorted coldly, then turned and walked toward Su Qiao. "Are you done?"
"Mm." Su Qiao sensed that something was off with his mood and studied him carefully.
Could it be because she had returned but hadn't come to see him right away, so he was angry?
"Why didn't you get some more sleep?" She knew very well that he hadn't slept at all last night and had been busy in the autopsy room the whole time.
Du Muhan didn't answer. Instead, he took her hand and led her outside. "Come with me somewhere."
Su Qiao finally confirmed that something really was wrong with him. "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"
"Mm." Du Muhan nodded lightly.
Su Qiao furrowed her brows. This was completely unlike him.
Just last night, he had kept urging her to come back earlier. After seeing her today, he should have been happy.
"Did something happen?"
Du Muhan glanced at her, opened the car door, and stuffed her inside. He silently fastened her seat belt for her, then walked around to the driver's seat and sat down. After staring ahead in silence for a while, he finally said softly, "She's gone."
Su Qiao froze.
Who?
Who was gone?
Du Muhan turned his head and stared at her. "Come with me to see her one last time."
Su Qiao finally realized what he meant. "You mean... your mother?"
Du Muhan lowered his eyes. "Mm."
Su Qiao reached out and hugged him. "When did it happen?"
"Early this morning." Du Muhan's voice sounded distant, as if it had come from somewhere far away.
This morning?
That was when she had