After discovering that he was dead, yet somehow still alive in another form, the first thing He Zhiyan did was try to give his own funeral arrangements some dignity before fleeing from Si Yunxi.
"Director, aren't overseas funeral homes short-staffed? I'll go."
The director was especially quick to agree. "Sure! I'll get your paperwork done right away! You'll be able to leave within a week at most. Once you go abroad, it'll be hard to return to this line of work, so be sure to say your goodbyes to family and friends..."
"Mm." He Zhiyan gave a quiet assent and hung up.
There was no need to say goodbye. That was long past.
Whether as He Zhiyan or Si Yunxiao, he had long been utterly alone.
