The Unscrupulous Media

He wanted to take a few more last looks, but it only got more painful.

He found it impossible to accept such a cruel reality!

Was Xingze really dead?

Some time in the near future, just like the others who had died before, he'd be turned into a small pile of ashes in the crematorium, and buried in a dark tomb that never see the light of day.

Suddenly, a great sense of sadness overcame him and he couldn't stop himself from tearing up.

He was not a fragile person, but now that he knew Gu Xingze would never return, he finally felt the pain of losing his best friend!

Qin Zhou endured it for a while before standing up energetically. He gently reached out and closed Gu Xingze's eyes.

"Didn't you always say that you wanted a good sleep?"

Qin Zhou looked at him and frowned briefly before he forced a smile. "You can have a good sleep now. Leave the rest of the matters to me."

Then he turned around and slowly walked out.