Melvin Winson stood at the doorway, his expression impassive. His feet felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult for him to lift them. He held onto the door, gazing into the hospital. room. His eyes turned red, tears streaming down his face.

Veronica Murphy couldn’t help but feel a pang. of sadness at this scene.

Throughout one’s life, they will experience many farewells in the face of life and death.

However, Veronica had experienced more farewells than the average person, yet she still couldn’t adapt to the sorrow of losing loved ones.

Melvin Winson tightly gripped the door frame, pain spreading throughout his body, even the veins on his forehead bulging.

Stiffly, he walked step by step into the hospital room, standing by the bedside.

lifting it. He pressed her fingers against his face, closed his eyes, and

Murphy stood outside, separated by the glass. She could clearly see Melvin Winson’s trembling body and how he moved the woman’s hand in front of him. He leaned down and

couldn’t bear to witness the scene of someone experiencing the separation of life and death. She chose

her brow and contemplated life. In just a few short decades, who could know whether tomorrow or an accident would come

to

she sent a message to Sam Symons late at night, took a leave of absence, and made a phone call to Camden Sullivan to arrange for Melvin

the evening, Melvin Winson contacted the crematorium and arranged for Nan Shuang’s body

tombstone and an urn, the members of the Nan family sat in the lounge to rest. Melvin

lounge and aimlessly

the steps, facing the brisk

sat beside

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