C13 In the Morgue

Without warning, he felt an unprecedented sadness. His heart felt like it was being peeled off.

A layer of mist appeared in the bottom of Zhai Yaotian's eyes, instantly blurring his vision.

He pushed away the person beside him and ran straight out.

The cold wind was bone-piercing, but it was not as cold as his heart.

Zhai Yaotian remembered that a few years ago, Jian Jia kept telling him that the person who performed the driving skills on his birthday was her, not Hsu Lanyi.

But he did not believe it no matter what. He felt that Jian Jia, a sickly weakling, could not perform such a difficult move.

Furthermore, Hsu Lanyi had practiced racing for many years and had also participated in competitions.

Jian Jia could at most be considered a car fan. She did not even have a racing license, so how could she flaunt her skills?

At that time, Jian Jia's heart was a problem and her father had strictly prohibited her from touching a racing car.

So when Jian Jia kept telling Zhai Yaotian that this show of skills was created for him and for love, it was her actions that were created for him. Without hesitation, he chose not to believe it.

But now, the truth was right in front of his eyes.

Jian Jia did not spout nonsense and did not lie to him.

It was him who chose not to believe from the start...

ZYT. The lines left by the wheels on the track became a mark that Zhai Yaotian would never forget for the rest of his life.

At the hospital.

Zhai Yaotian rushed to the resuscitation room and saw that the lights outside the door were out.

He panicked. He grabbed a nurse and asked in a panic, "Where's the woman who was sent to the resuscitation room?"

The nurse was shocked. She said in a trembling voice, "No one was sent to the resuscitation room today..."

"Nonsense, just now! There was a woman in a racer's uniform covered in blood!" Zhai Yaotian growled, his eyes bloodshot.

The nurse was so scared that her legs were about to go soft. Her face was pale.

Her lips couldn't stop trembling. After a long time, she recalled that someone had been sent to the hospital.

"That woman was directly sent to the mortuary..." The nurse's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

Zhai Yaotian instantly lost all his strength. He let go of the nurse's hand.

The terrible truth grew in his heart like grass. Endless panic spread to his limbs and bones.

In the mortuary.

This harsh word dragged Zhai Yaotian into the abyss of eternal damnation.

"No, it's impossible..." Zhai Yaotian staggered backwards, his entire body in a sorry state.

He searched every floor, every ward. Except for the mortuary, he almost turned the entire hospital upside down.

There was no Jian Jia. There was no Jian Jia anywhere.

No, she must have woken up and left the hospital to go somewhere else.

Where would she go?

Zhai Yaotian's mind was in a mess. His only thought was to find Jian Jia.

Find the safe and healthy Jian Jia.

How could that fearless woman die?

Zhai Yaotian turned his head to look at the sky outside. It was already dark.

Yes, it was already so late. That woman must have gone home.

Every night, she would make soup for herself and prepare supper. Then, she would sit in the living room with the light on and wait for him to go home.

She liked Mrs. Zhai's identity so much and she liked him so much. She must have gone home.

She must be at home waiting for him to go home.

With that in mind, Zhai Yaotian hurried home.

Bang! He pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the house, everything was as before.

The curtains Jian Jia had chosen, the ornaments on the table, and the weekly menu she had written on the refrigerator were all there.

There was also her unique aura that lingered endlessly under Zhai Yaotian's nose.

Zhai Yaotian breathed heavily, as if he wanted to suck that wisp of aura into his body.

She was still there, she was still there.

The room was full of her energy. She was still in the room.

Zhai Yaotian thought to himself. He pushed open the bedroom and walked in.

The blanket on the bed was neatly folded. Her clothes were still hanging in the closet. Her makeup was arranged in an orderly manner on the dressing table.

Everything was there except for her.

"Jian Jia." Zhai Yaotian called out in a hoarse voice.

No one responded to him. Only the night wind blowing in through the open window fluttered the curtains.

In Zhai Yaotian's mind, he could not help but think of the woman waiting for him in the middle of the night. She was cooking in the kitchen and curled up on the sofa in a daze. When the door opened, she jumped down from the sofa in surprise and ran over to take the coat from his hands. She asked him if he was hungry.

There were so many memories, so many that they occupied his entire brain. There was no room for anyone or anything.

Zhai Yaotian sat down on the sofa. There was a slight depression in the sofa beside him.

He knew that it was Jian Jia's usual seat.

Zhai Yaotian took out a cigarette. He lit it a few times with his lighter before igniting it.

He lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. White smoke curled up and covered his face.

There was silence all around.

Dong! The bell rang at midnight. Zhai Yaotian suddenly came back to his senses.

It was early in the morning, and this was the time he used to go home every day.

He returned to the house that Jian Jia had carefully arranged.

Today, he came back early but that woman did not come back.

Where did she go? Where did she go?