Su Sikong is really dead!
Originally obese due to excessive worry and poor diet, his sudden dramatic weight loss had left his skin hanging loosely all over, and the half-open, half-closed eyes that usually squinted upwards seemed to be staring at a certain point in the void.
He had a peaceful expression on his face, even with a strange smile on his lips, and there were no signs of injury on his body.
Even his clothes were without a single wrinkle, as if he had simply fallen asleep.
As if in the next moment he would open his eyes and look at everyone.
Despite the lack of horror in the corpse, Su Pan'er felt a churning in her stomach when she first saw it and couldn't help but vomit.
She vomited until the room spun.
Qin Yi rushed to support her, rubbing her back soothingly.
"I'm okay."