Holding a Knife as a Prisoner, I Subvert the Court by Performing Autopsies

Hey! The rain was pouring down, and God was pouring down like crazy. It was like a big gray curtain had been drawn between heaven and earth, making it airtight. Su Jin was standing in the snow outside the Jingzhao Mansion morgue. The rain was pouring down her hair, soaking the paper-thin burial clothes.