Lin Zhou is dead.
This is the conclusion the doctor came to ten minutes ago.
At this time, "he" was floating in the ward like a wandering soul, watching his body being covered with white cloth, and listening to the doctors and police making their final summary of his life.
"Lin Zhou, 37 years old, died of cardiac arrest caused by a sudden traffic accident."
"He has no relatives and cannot contact friends. All his assets have been donated to charity organizations in accordance with his will. As for the funeral..."
"Let public welfare organizations take full responsibility for it..."
Lin Zhou looked at all this with infinite sadness in his heart.
Ever since he was rejected by Yun Ruoxi, whom he had liked for six years, when he was eighteen years old, he had never been in love again.
Later, his father passed away because of him, and Lin Zhou no longer had any relatives.
Finally, his career improved greatly and he became the leading entrepreneur in Jiangcheng. Unexpectedly, he died in a car accident after being drunk.
Now, there is no one who can come to help him with his funeral.
This fucking life...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
