That day, she searched for a long time before she found the funeral home.
Not many people came to mourn, but Ye Shuwei was one of them.
Because of her identity, Zhao Mo hid nearby, watching coldly.
She watched "her own body" being pushed into the crematorium's furnace, becoming a handful of ashes, and being placed in an urn.
Meanwhile, Ye Shuwei cried until her eyes were red and swollen, nestled in Lu Xiwen's boyfriend's arms, expressing her fear and guilt.
Fear? Guilt?
Zhao Mo watched, as hatred grew in her heart, unceasingly.
She died at the age of twenty-three, the prime of her life.
However, by that time, she was disfigured and disabled.
The instigator was her good friend, Ye Shuwei.
After a car accident, she became a vegetative state, bedridden for half a year.
During that half year, she was conscious, able to sense the outside world, but unable to wake up.
