"Don't touch that!" Gao Ming had only just opened the photo album on the bed when Xuan Wen's voice rang out behind him. She beat him to it and snapped the album shut.
"What's wrong?" Gao Ming was puzzled. "Those photos looked heartwarming. They only recorded this family's daily life, back when they were alive."
"You actually dare touch things in a coffin room? This place is used as an altar for storing ashes. Every object steeped in the owner's memories is cursed. Your strength hasn't recovered yet. If the owner latches on to you too, you'll have no chance of surviving." Xuan Wen held the album, but after closing it, she didn't put it back on the bed.
"Are you worried about me? I could tell. For a moment just now, you really seemed worried about me." Gao Ming had endured the despair of so many rooms and heard one terrible piece of news after another, yet not only had he avoided breaking down, he could still smile.
"I'm worried about the real Gao Ming. You just happen to have a face like his." Xuan Wen blocked the bedroom doorway, seemingly unwilling to let him inside.
Seeing that Gao Ming had no intention of forcing his way in, she sighed in relief and lowered her head to leaf through the album in her hands.
The couple in the Posthumous Photograph had a lively, cheerful daughter. The album recorded her journey into adulthood, time made tangible in little moments they could never forget. Those moments might have seemed insignificant then, but touching the photographs after losing everything inevitably brought tears to the eyes.
Xuan Wen's emotions were unstable. Just then, an alarm unexpectedly sounded on the floor. Her expression immediately returned to normal, and a trace of fear appeared in