Three Days After I Died, She Couldn't Recognize My Ashes

On the third day after I died, Lu Zhiwei got a call asking her to identify my body. Nestled in a man’s arms, she said nonchalantly, “If he’s dead, he’s dead. Have him cremated, then call me.” My body was sent into the furnace. Once it had been reduced to ashes, the staff called Lu Zhiwei again. She looked impatient. “Got it. I’m on my way.”