"Miss Lu..."
The caregiver auntie's tears once again fell like rain. She watched as a body was wheeled out of the emergency room, covered with a white cloth with large stains of fresh blood on the sheet.
Lu Wanwan stood in the middle of the corridor, an overcoat thrown over her pajamas, her face full of bewilderment, as if suddenly she didn't know where she was.
The white light of the corridor made the place even more chilly, and her face was devoid of any color.
She couldn't hear anything the doctor said; all she could feel was the caregiver auntie's crying in her ears, unceasing and soft.
The news she had received upon arriving was still in her mind.
Grandmother had committed suicide—Grandmother suddenly committed suicide!
How was this possible?!
The always optimistic grandmother had always been strong, even when tormented by illness.
How could such a person possibly be associated with suicide?
