Chapter 413
The nurse replied, “We did not manage to save Madam Qiu Ran . Mr Huo has been in the morgue alone for the past three days . He has not been eating and responding to us no matter how much we tried talking to him . The morgue is on the eighteenth floor . If you are family, please talk him out of this!”
“Thank you!”
Lu Zhaoyang rushed to the morgue with a heavy heart . Frosty air hissed out from the morgue when she opened the door . It looked eerie inside and it made a chill run down her spine . She braced herself and carefully stepped inside .
Huo Yunting was sitting against the wall beside his mother’s body . He was so still that he looked like a statue .
His head was bowed down and his eyes were hidden from view . There was no visible emotion on his face .
Lu Zhaoyang stepped as lightly as she could . He looked as lifeless as the bodies in the morgue and her heart ached for him .
Terror began to grow in her . She felt deeply guilty for his mother’s death .
This happened because of her . She started out with good intentions but ended up causing this tragedy .
Her own mother was the reason Huo Yunting’s mother became mentally ill .
If she had kept her identity a secret, Aunt Qiu would not have been triggered and taken her own life!
She wanted to lessen Huo Yunting’s pain, even if it meant having him unleashing his anger on her .
She walked toward him and crouched down beside him .
“Huo Yunting, let’s… have something to eat, alright?”
He did not move .
“Just tell me what you want to have . Didn’t you tell me that you like my cooking?” She continued asking softly .
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The man remained inert .
Huo Yunting had isolated himself from the world . It felt as though he was the only person in the morgue alongside his dead mother’s cold, dead body .
“It’s been three days since you ate . Your body cannot take it . ”
She tried to pull him up but he refused to budge no matter what .
Lu Zhaoyang bit down on her lips and gave up on this approach . She considered the situation and then swiftly left the morgue .
Huo Yunting did not respond to her departure in the slightest .
Lu Zhaoyang returned after a while with a bowl of hot congee that she got from the cafeteria . She crouched down beside him once again .
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She took a spoonful of congee, blew it to cool it down, and then sent it to his lips .
“Here . ”
Huo Yunting did not move, as though he did not even register her presence .
The spoonful of porridge was already touching his lips, but he did not even respond to that .
Lu Zhaoyang retracted her hand hopelessly and felt like crying . The cold air in the morgue was beginning to get to her eyes .
She knew that Huo Yunting was in great pain, but she did not want to see his health suffer because of it .
“I beg you, please say something…”
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Even when the congee finally went cold, Huo Yunting still looked as lifeless as before .
Grief at its extreme could make even crying seem too difficult . Huo Yunting could not even shed a tear .
Lu Zhaoyang blamed herself even more for his suffering . If only she was the one lying dead in here!
Huo Yunting must not want to see her .
However, leaving him alone in here would be irresponsible and cruel of her .
She put the bowl of congee on the floor and moved a few meters away from him . There, she sat down by the door and watched him from afar, keeping him company .
Time crawled by . The only sound she could hear in the morgue was her own heartbeat .
Her heart ached each time it pounded in her chest .
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