The air-conditioning in the morgue seemed to stick to my skin, like a wet garment that couldn't be shaken off.
Su Wan grasped something in her hand. It was an old measuring tape. The soft leather had turned white from years of use, and the edges were frayed, but the brass cap was still shiny.
This is the only thing her adoptive mother left her.
The phone screen lit up for a moment and then went dark again.
The balance notified by the bank text message was 327.5 Yuan.
This "huge sum of money" was all the belongings she had left after she used all her savings in exchange for a thin payment bill and an even thinner cremation certificate.
