In the hazy dream, the asphalt road leading to the Morgue at the Medical College was flanked by thick French plane trees.
When deep autumn set in, this place became as beautiful and romantic as a scene from an idol drama. Yet, the road was always serene, with few couples daring to wander hand in hand in front of the Morgue. Therefore, it was one of Ran Yan's favorite spots.
"Why choose forensic medicine? Do you know what it feels like to have someone familiar lying on the operating table?" a magnetic voice asked.
Ran Yan looked up at him, the sunlight filtering through the dense crown of French plane trees, dappling his handsome and fair face. He was the first person Ran Yan had ever had a secret crush on, a sentiment that lasted only a week before turning into friendship.
