But Qiao Yue didn't think too much about that, and quickly followed behind the staff and walked to a cabinet close to the inside.

There was another uniformed staff member in the room, who only lowered his eyelids slightly when he saw them enter, and his expression was as cold as the temperature in this room.

Before the staff opened the cabinet, Qiao Yue clearly saw that the number on the cabinet was 017.

In the past years in prison, my father's name has long since become a string of numbers, and here, in this cold room, his name is still a string of numbers, but it is slightly different from before.

The staff glanced at Qiao Yue and opened the cabinet.

The cabinet opened, and first a white cold air floated out, and then Qiao Yue saw her father lying inside.

The cabinet wasn't fully opened, so she could only see the upper half of her body.

Even though she imagined what it would be like when she saw her father countless times in her heart, but in the case where she really saw her father's remains, Qiao Yue still couldn't help covering her mouth, and her tears flowed down in a line.

Three days, three days ago, she saw her father who was still alive, but three days later, she and her father were already separated, and they never had the opportunity to see each other again.

Qiao Yue looked at her father's thin, sunken cheeks, and her distressed tears couldn't stop falling.

"Daddy, I'm here." Qiao Yue said in a trembling voice, and after speaking, only suppressed crying remained.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm sorry." Qiao Yue stroked the edge of the freezer, and the biting cold passed into her palm, as if to remind her that her father had left her forever and would never give her a single response again. Books.com

Qiao Yue felt that her last hope of living was also extinguished, and her heart was like being held by a huge hand of fate in the palm of her hand, constantly rubbing and shining, and the pain made it difficult for her to even breathe.

The staff on the side may have seen too much of this kind of life and death, and they have long been numb, so they just stood quietly on the sidelines and watched all this indifferently.

Qiao Yue looked at her father's face that had been covered with a layer of frost, and in the haze of tears, her father's face seemed to coincide with her mother's face eight years ago.

Yes, she lost the person who loved her the most and cared for her the most in the world.

Qiao Yue didn't know how to vent the sadness in her heart, snot and tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe it.

Because she was afraid that if she was a little distracted, she would never have the opportunity to see her father again in the future.

At this moment, Qiao Yue let herself cry wantonly and grieved wantonly, because after a while, she didn't even have time to grieve, and she was going to deal with her father's funeral.

After saying goodbye to her father, Qiao Yue walked out of the room.

The moment she walked out the door, she looked up at the ceiling, reached out to wipe the tears from her face, forced herself to be strong, and asked her to take care of her father's funeral, no one could help her, she had to endure her grief to do it herself.

Walking out of the room, Qiao Yue could only force herself to let go of her grief for a while, and then followed the staff to go through some formalities and finalize the time for the farewell and cremation of the body, and then walked out of the funeral hall of the funeral home.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and this morning, Qiao Yue felt as if it had been as long as a month, and she had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant.

Her father was still there last night, but today she is a cold body lying here, and she no longer has a father.