He stood there quietly, watching the middle-aged man being tied to the coffin.
The knuckles of his hands that were holding on to the edge of the lacquered wood turned slightly white.
There was a poorly concealed panic on his face.
He was trembling, but didn't resist.
If we live,
All living things have heat.
There is still residual warmth after death,
How passionately I live, tell me how long this residual warmth can last.