Ji Yun sat there, originally intending to get up and lift the mortuary sheet that covered the other's face.
But Ji Yun no longer had the courage; he was afraid that upon lifting it, he would see a face both utterly unfamiliar and yet profoundly familiar.
Initially, Ji Yun also wanted to learn about the story of this Xia Wenqiong, Aunt Xia, but the heavy memories and the shadows of his childhood were suffocating him.
"Wait... wait a moment," Ji Yun's lips almost bled from biting them, but he eventually overcame the fear in his heart.
"Are you a relative of the patient?" the medical staff asked softly.
"Yes… Yes, I am," Ji Yun noticed that there were no relatives of Xia Wenqiong in the operating room.
It seemed that he was the only one who appeared to care about Xia Wenqiong as a relative.
"She entrusted us to arrange her final affairs, but if you wish to change them, that's also possible, you can contact the funeral home staff..." the medical staff said bluntly.
