The Zhou Family's residence in Capital City was an old-fashioned, two-and-a-half-story house.
The half story was an attic, used only for storage, not living space.
A staircase led to the roof, but hardly anyone went up there.
Yet Zhou Yunzhi's other cloth slipper had been found on the roof.
The Zhou Family had still quickly arranged a car to take her to the hospital.
Sadly, nothing could save her.
The dead could not be brought back to life!
Tian Juying was not there. Overwhelmed by the shock, she had cried herself unconscious several times and had to be kept in the Inpatient Department on an IV.
Zhou Yuanhang stayed there, silently burning paper offerings in the crude ash basin provided by the morgue.
Elder Zhou and his spouse had also rushed over. They sat on the bench outside the morgue, their eyes red.
The whole scene was bleak.
As word spread, comrades-in-arms from the Arts and Culture Troupe arrived one after another to pay their respects.
They lit incense and burned a few sheets of spirit money for the young woman inside, whose life had ended so suddenly in its prime.
Over the past six months or so, members of the Zhou Family had died or disappeared.
The sight filled people with an inexplicable sorrow.
Seeing this, Song Ning and Han Xiao first burned spirit money and offered incense for Zhou Yunzhi, then crouched down before Elder Zhou and his spouse.
"Elder Zhou! Professor Yang! Please accept our condolences!"
Professor Yang reached out and took Song Ning's hand. "That poor child!" he said hoarsely. "She used to be such a beautiful girl. How... how could she be gone just like that?"
Song Ning did not know how to comfort him. All she could say was, "It's windy here. Both of