Mistaken Identity
Editor: Atlas Studios
Did he not pass her a light-hearted comment just before he left, telling her that it was not painful at all?
He was very much alive five hours ago, so how was it possible for him to lie in this dreary room which smelled of death?
A few doctors came to the room with some reports in their hands. They seemed to be in deep discussion with their faces looking serious.
She observed their knitted brows and caught a few words like 'death', 'confirmed,' and 'vital signs' uttered by them icily. This froze her on the spot.
Her agent stood next to her with deeply furrowed brows. The expression on his face was one of disbelief.
Hua Jin is… dead?!
How could that be…
Just like her, he could not accept this piece of news.
He walked up to his charge and gently clasped his hands around her arm, wanting to help her up from her kneeling position. She was still in a state of shock with tears flooding her face.