[HEQrC]

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Chapter 1: QR Code

It was a cool, late autumn night in the funeral hall. Xing Ye stood beside the transparent coffin, his fingers resting on its edge. His hand had already lost all feeling, numbed by the biting cold.

He stared at the man lying in the coffin. The man appeared 50% similar to Xing Ye, but his features were much warmer than the always icy expression on Xing Ye's face.

Your character would affect your face. Just like his appearance, Xing Shuo was a very gentle and kind man to whoever he met.

He was Xing Ye's younger brother, five years younger. This year, he would've only been 24, yet he was already lying in an ice cold coffin. Xing Ye stood alone in the empty funeral hall, keeping vigil through the night.

Since their parents met with an accident nine years ago, the two depended on each other for survival. They were each other's only family.

And right now, Xing Shuo had also left him.

When he heard news of Xing Shuo's death, Xing Ye was abroad. No matter what, he simply couldn't believe that his own, young, healthy brother had left the world just like that.

He immediately left all his work to his subordinates and returned to China, using his status as the deceased's sole family member to investigate Xing Shuo's death. Yet, whether it was the police or the hospital, they all gave Xing Ye the same answer- a sudden cardiac arrest.

Xing Shuo had been preparing for his master's thesis, spending every day in the library and never fought with anybody. The forensic investigator's complete examination also eliminated any chances of pills. His death truly was an acute myocardial infarction.

"There are many cases of sudden cardiac arrests even when the patient is completely healthy and has no special conditions. Mr. Xing Ye, I understand your mood, but Xing Shuo's death really is just a heart attack and nothing else."

The policeman's reply echoed in Xing Ye's mind as he reached out, his hand frozen stiff, to gently touch Xing Shuo's face. Under the mortuary artist's skillful hands, Xing Shuo looked just like he was alive, with a slight smile as if he was just having a beautiful dream.

Xing Ye raised his hand, looking at the stars outside the window. He was afraid that his tears would land on his little brother's corpse.

From now on, he was alone.

The vast, starry sky would never understand a mortal's grief. No matter how many sorrows humanity goes through, they continue to shine brightly. Xing Ye clutched his expensive overcoat, wrapping it around himself tightly as he sat on a chair, dazed as he watched the stars.

The rustling of leaves against the autumn winds made Xing Ye's eyes, which hadn't shut for three days, heavy as he was lulled to the land of dreams.

In his dream, he returned to his last meeting with Xing Shuo. At that time, Xing Ye was just about to leave the country when Xing Shuo grabbed him, cell phone in hand: "Brother..."

By the door, Xing Ye turned his head to look at him.

Xing Shuo's phone was lit. He smiled just like always, "Have a safe flight."

"I hope that by the time I come back, you passed your master's thesis." Just as before, Xing Ye kept a stern face in front of his younger brother, urging him on his studies before rushing to leave.

But after that, they would never meet again.

Another icy breeze hit him. Xing Ye opened his eyes in a flash and glanced at his watch- it was 1:30.