This is the second time he faced her death.
The first time was in Honghai, when he saw her jump off the cruise ship, more like a moth, killing that man and then crashing heavily onto the bottom of the ship.
He still remembers those large clots of crimson flowing out from her.
And this time, the second time, similarly filled with blood appearing before him, but this time, her death was even more tragic, not even a complete corpse was left for him, there was only a cosmetic piece remaining.
He finally wheeled himself over, saw her lying there lifeless, and reached out to feel her body.
First the legs, bit by bit, then her waist, body, and arms, he didn't miss a single spot, even though after days of freezing her body had become entirely stiff, he felt her, meticulously and earnestly.
As if, in the past, when she was intimate with him, his large hands had caressed every inch of her skin like this.
