Chapter 411
Despite having prepared herself mentally, Ling Feiran still froze for a moment at the sight of the grotesque wound.
She stood motionless beside Feng Shao for a long while.
Duan Fei silently watched Ling Feiran's condition, worried that she might faint from overwhelming grief.
After a long time, Ling Feiran asked, "Can I take him home?"
Duan Fei said quietly, "He'll be sent to the Funeral Home for cremation tomorrow. If there are no special requests, his ashes will be buried in Guangshan Cemetery, with the Supervision Bureau covering the expenses..."
"No." Ling Feiran said, "I want to take his ashes back to our hometown for burial. I don't want him to stay in Guangshan City."
Duan Fei asked, "Does he have any other relatives back home?"
Ling Feiran slowly shook her head. "No... We're orphans. We have no family..."
Duan Fei's throat tightened, and he was suddenly unable to speak.
"Sorry... I-I'll excuse myself for a moment."
Overwhelming guilt weighed on Duan Fei's heart. Unable to look at Ling Feiran any longer, he lowered his head and hurried out of the morgue.
Ling Feiran was the only one left in the morgue.
The others waited outside, as though deliberately leaving her some space for a final farewell.
Even if she lost control and burst into tears now, no one would see her, and no one would mock her. Yet she only looked quietly at Feng Shao's face, without the slightest urge to cry.
How strange. She was clearly so sad, so why couldn't she cry?
Ling Feiran reached out and lightly traced the wound on Feng Shao's chest, feeling his icy body temperature and the slick flesh and blood... Her fingers sank in slightly, and she touched his broken sternum.
A strand of hair that clearly did