Come for You

After graduating from a funeral parlor, Cen Shuang opened a funeral parlor. He did not need to work, but he liked to watch each corpse being pushed for cremation and then handing a small urn to the family members. One day, a corpse was delivered to the funeral parlor. It was sent by the Public Security Bureau. There were no family members, so they were asked to cremate it themselves. But Ji Sheng was so good-looking that Cen Shuang was reluctant to cremate him. She stroked his face and touched his hands. It was cold to the bones, but he liked it so much. He took him to the coolest room, turned on the lowest air conditioner, put in the most ice cubes, and often held him and talked. Ji Sheng's eyebrows were frosty. I don't know how long it took, probably half a month. That day, as usual, Cen Shuang took off his shoes and hugged Ji Sheng, and he shivered. Not long after, there was a sudden gust of cold wind in the room, and the body in his hand was no longer cold, but had the same warm temperature as him. He stood up and looked down at Ji Sheng on the bed. After a few seconds, Ji Sheng opened his eyes and looked at Cen Shuang. He said, "I am here for you, the creator of my soul." Intention: Come for you