"Thank God, Xia He isn’t here. She must still be alive. Oh, thank God!" Gu Zechuan said, the passion in his voice grew with each word.
When the warden of the morgue, who stood guard by the gate and heard Gu Zechuan speaking to himself out lout, he hesitated for a while, then cut in, "Mister, are you perhaps looking for Ms. Xia’s body?"
Upon hearing the morgue warden’s words, Gu Zechuan once again froze in place. All of a sudden, fear filled his heart. He was afraid of hearing the answer, afraid of what the morgue warden might say about Xia He, about her death.