413 Chapter 413, the Walking Dead

She immediately said, "Ms. Qiu Ran has died after rescue failed, and Mr. Huo has been alone in the morgue for three days and three nights, and he doesn't eat or drink. He ignores anyone who calls him, and keeps silent, just like a puppet. The morgue is on the eighteenth floor, if you are a family member, hurry up and persuade her!"

"Thanks!"

Lu Chaoyang rushed to the mortuary with a heartbroken heart, and as soon as he opened the door, his eyes were blinded by the white mist. The gloomy atmosphere inside made her feel a biting chill from the bottom of her feet. She forced her eyes open and walked slowly. go in.

Huo Yunting leaned against the wall next to the corpse, motionless, like an ice sculpture.

He lowered his head, his eyes were covered by his broken hair, and no emotion could be seen on that suffocating side face.

Lu Chaoyang stepped even more lightly, his whole body exuded a cold aura, which seemed to be colder than the temperature in this mortuary.

A trace of fear rose in her heart, and she lowered her eyelids, with deep self-blame and guilt in her eyes.

The reason for this kind of thing to happen is because she did bad things with good intentions.

And his mother, Huo Yunting's mother suffered from this kind of mental illness.

If she hadn't revealed her identity, Aunt Qiu wouldn't be irritated, let alone die!

Now she just wants to help Huo Yunting share some pain, even if he vents all his anger on her, it doesn't matter.

She walked over and knelt down beside him.

"Huo Yunting, first...can you eat something?"

He didn't move.

"You can order whatever you want, don't you like my cooking?" She persisted and continued to ask in a low voice.

Still no response.

Huo Yunting has now isolated her from the world, as if he was the only one left with a cold corpse.

"If you haven't eaten for three days, your body will collapse."

She tried to stretch out her hand to pull him up, but he was still in that position, his body was like a copper wall, and he couldn't be pulled no matter what.

Lu Chaoyang bit her lower lip tightly, and finally gave up. After thinking about it, she got up and walked out quickly.

Her departure didn't affect Huo Yunting in the slightest, and he still didn't respond.

But soon Lu Chaoyang came back, holding a bowl of hot rice porridge just bought from the hospital kitchen, squatting down in front of him.

She took a spoonful of it with a spoon, blew it, and brought it to his mouth.

"I'll feed you."

Huo Yunting remained motionless, as if she didn't exist.

The spoon was already pressed against his lips, and he didn't even move to open or close, not even a slight tremor.

Lu Chaoyang withdrew his hand in despair, his nose sore, and the mist hit her eyes.

She understood Huo Yunting's pain, but she didn't want to see him ruining her body like this.

"Please, talk to..."

Until the rice porridge was completely cold, Huo Yunting still looked lost.

When sad to the extreme, it's hard to even shed tears, that's how he is.

Lu Chaoyang blamed himself even more. If he could, he really wanted the corpse lying here to be hers!

Huo Yunting didn't want to see her, not at all.

But just leave him here alone, no matter what, unless her conscience is eaten by dogs.

Putting the bowl on the ground, Lu Chaoyang slowly moved to a place about two meters away from him, and leaned against the wall by the door far away, watching him, guarding him, and accompanying him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it seemed that only her own heartbeat could be heard in the silence of the mortuary.

From time to time fast and sometimes slow, colic uncomfortable.