"Sir, you can't move this." The nurse quickly stopped him, "We're going to send her to the mortuary. If you are not the family, you can't get close."
His didn’t even raise his eyebrows, and stubbornly tried to open it.
The nurse could only hold his hand. "Sir, please respect the deceased, will you?"
His body suddenly trembled.
Respect the deceased.
He seemed to have never respected Vichy.
At any time, he wanted her to obey him.
Wanted her to be good.
But he never thought that this kind of being good was a non-renewable resource, and once it was overdrawn, there was really no way to recover.
He understood it now, but it was too late.
"Well, you must be her boyfriend." The nurse looked at him and felt the man's face was a bit familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen h
