After I Died, My Forensic Pathologist Girlfriend Sewed Up My Corpse

In a damp, dark basement, my fiancée was taking part in a parent-child competition at her beloved’s son’s kindergarten while someone used pliers to pull out my teeth. As a sharp instrument sliced the flesh from my body piece by piece, I writhed in agony under the effects of the drugs. I heard my fiancée scolding me over the phone: “Xiang Yang, you’re so selfish. Why can’t you let Xie Mingwen stay in our new home for a while?”

Later, my fiancée, a forensic pathologist, looked at my corpse and felt sorry for the unfortunate “stranger” who had died such a horrible death. But when my battered body was pieced back together and sewn up, she clutched me and wept uncontrollably.