Lu Hao and Lu Jianguo arrived at the police station and followed the police to the morgue.
When they saw someone lying on that bed, they felt a chill all over.
If the police hadn't mentioned it before, they would never have believed that the person lying inside was Lu Ting.
How could it be Lu Ting?
How could the person barely propping up the white cloth be Lu Ting?
The last time they saw Lu Ting, she was still so normal.
The person lying there was lifeless, and their frail body barely held up the white cloth, how could it be Lu Ting?
But they had forgotten how long it had been since the last time they saw Lu Ting.
They had forgotten how long Lu Ting had been away from home.
"You guys should go in and take a look." The police behind them said to Lu Hao and Lu Jianguo.
Lu Jianguo moved his steps, struggling to move forward.
While Lu Hao's eyes were filled with guilt and panic.
He didn't even know why he felt this way.
