Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The nurse replied, “We did not manage to save Madam Qiu Ran. Mr Huo has been in the morgue alone for the past three days. He has not been eating and responding to us no matter how much we tried talking to him. The morgue is on the eighteenth floor. If you are family, please talk him out of this!”
“Thank you!”
Lu Zhaoyang rushed to the morgue with a heavy heart. Frosty air hissed out from the morgue when she opened the door. It looked eerie inside and it made a chill run down her spine. She braced herself and carefully stepped inside.
Huo Yunting was sitting against the wall beside his mother’s body. He was so still that he looked like a statue.
His head was bowed down and his eyes were hidden from view. There was no visible emotion on his face.
Lu Zhaoyang stepped as lightly as she could. He looked as lifeless as the bodies in the morgue and her heart ached for him.
Terror began to grow in her. She felt deeply guilty for his mother’s death.
This happened because of her. She started out with good intentions but ended up causing this tragedy.
Her own mother was the reason Huo Yunting’s mother became mentally ill.
If she had kept her identity a secret, Aunt Qiu would not have been triggered and taken her own life!
She wanted to lessen Huo Yunting’s pain, even if it meant having him unleashing his anger on her.
She walked toward him and crouched down beside him.
“Huo Yunting, let’s… have something to eat, alright?”
He did not move.
“Just tell me what you want to have. Didn’t you tell me that you like my cooking?” She continued asking softly.
The man remained inert.
Huo Yunting had isolated himself from the world. It felt as though he was the only person in the morgue alongside his dead mother’s cold, dead body.
“It’s been three days since you ate. Your body cannot take it.”
She tried to pull him up but he refused to budge no matter what.
Lu Zhaoyang bit down on her lips and gave up on this approach. She considered the situation and then swiftly left the morgue.
Huo Yunting did not respond to her departure in the slightest.
Lu Zhaoyang returned after a while with a bowl of hot congee that she got from the cafeteria. She crouched down beside him once again.
She took a spoonful of congee, blew it to cool it down, and then sent it to his lips.
“Here.”
Huo Yunting did not move, as though he did not even register her presence.
The spoonful of porridge was already touching his lips, but he did not even respond to that.
Lu Zhaoyang retracted her hand hopelessly and felt like crying. The cold air in the morgue was beginning to get to her eyes.
She knew that Huo Yunting was in great pain, but she did not want to see his health suffer because of it.
“I beg you, please say something…”
Even when the congee finally went cold, Huo Yunting still looked as lifeless as before.
Grief at its extreme could make even crying seem too difficult. Huo Yunting could not even shed a tear.
Lu Zhaoyang blamed herself even more for his suffering. If only she was the one lying dead in here!
Huo Yunting must not want to see her.
However, leaving him alone in here would be irresponsible and cruel of her.
She put the bowl of congee on the floor and moved a few meters away from him. There, she sat down by the door and watched him from afar, keeping him company.
Time crawled by. The only sound she could hear in the morgue was her own heartbeat.
Her heart ached each time it pounded in her chest.
