Around six o'clock.
At the funeral home in the West District of Lening City.
Su Xin saw his parents.
Their faces were devoid of color, their eyes peacefully closed. On the forehead of his father, Su Jiwei, was a clear bullet hole, and his mother had a neat gash across her neck, almost severing it. The pale flesh folded outward.
Clearly, they had been dead for some time.
In both of his lives, this was the first time Su Xin had seen a corpse so vividly and up close, yet he felt no fear. Strangely, he felt nothing at all, merely standing there in a daze.
"Dad, Mom..."
His mind was almost blank. In a stupor, he cooperated with the staff to register, claim his parents' bodies, and sign various documents.
Scenes of being with his parents replayed in his mind repeatedly.
