Auntie Zhang rushed over to block her, "You mustn't do this, you mustn't. You'll be traumatized for life, he doesn't even look human anymore."
Lin Yan wouldn't listen, even if it scared her, she still wanted to see Lu Chenyuan one last time.
The moment her hand touched the sheet, a force came from behind, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her so her feet dangled in the air.
"Fool, you're crying over the wrong person." Lin Yan turned around and was stunned when she saw Lu Chenyuan.
Glancing stiffly at the body covered with the sheet, she felt instant chills.
Her blood-covered hands wrapped around Lu Chenyuan's neck, overwhelmed with both joy and grief, she leaned her head against his chest, unable to stop crying.
Lu Chenyuan disliked being part of a commotion. He knew about the accident at the brick factory; accidents happened everywhere, and death was nothing new.
