Underneath the white cloth, Han Xiuche's body lay cold and motionless on the bed, covered in blood.
He left the world so sudden, that all he left behind was an apology video for Tangning and Su Yu.
Father Han looked towards the direction that Su Yu was looking and saw the motionless Han Xiuche. Meanwhile, Han Jie bolted up to the body and removed the white cloth. Underneath, lay the peacefully sleeping Han Xiuche; still as a statue with the slightest bit of residual warmth.
"Xiuche, don't joke around. Wake up!"
"Xiuche..."
Han Jie stretched out his hand to touch his brother's cheek and realized he had already stopped breathing. He was like a human mannequin.
"Son?" Father Han cried as he approached Han Xiuche's body.
