Hao Ren looked down at the blonde girl in his arms. Her body was cold and unresponsive. He shook her gently, and the latter's arm hung down lifelessly. Hao Ren sighed. "...She's not moving."
Even Nolan, who had always maintained a stone face seemed unable to bear with the scene. She went over to him, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I understand how you feel, but she's dead. We must bury her for This is for both of your sakes. You'll drive yourself crazy if you don't let go."
Hao Ren was in a state of panic, almost tearful. But he could not cry, lest all hell broke loose. He could not tell the others "because my tablet's possessing this girl, I have to hold on to her like I'm a necrophile." In a worst-case scenario, he would have to accept that people thought he had gone insane due to grief. He had no choice but to say, "Stop persuading me. I really can't put her down..."
