Chapter 24

Yuan Zhong lay in bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. Abruptly, he remembered something and sat up. He pulled out a one-inch photo of a girl from his wallet and held it in the palm of his hand. He involuntarily pursed his lips.

The girl in the photo didnt look that old. In fact, she seemed a bit like a high school student. Her braided hair and the absence of makeup on her face gave her a neat and refreshing appearance. This photo had obviously been around for quite a while. But though its edges were faded, it was well-preserved as a whole.

Yuan Zhong absentmindedly stared at the photo, his eyes a little wet.

Xinxin. He said this with a pained expression.

Why? Yuan Zhong clenched his teeth. Deep in his heart, he harbored a monstrous grievance.

Zhou Xinxin was his girlfriend, his first love.

The two of them grew up together. They went to the same elementary school, middle school, and high school. If it werent for that accident, they would have attended the same university and worked at the same place.

But her studies ceased in her second year of high school, and her life was stuck forever at the age of 18.

Twice! He was unable to save her!

Could it be that even when she died, she still hated him?

Yuan Zhong suddenly thought of something and curled up into a ball. He buried his head into a pillow and silently weeped.

If he were just a little more courageous and simply stayed by her side when she needed him, nothing would have happened!

The last time he saw her was when her body had already lost all of its temperature. Even her blood was ice-cold!

Since she had been crushed by a car, the bones in her hands were broken.

What was even more ridiculous was that to this day, he still hadnt found the murderer who hit her. It had been so long! He didnt know who had harmed her in their second year of high school!

Now, he was also facing the threat of death.

A layer of black mist slowly wrapped around Yuan Zhongs head, permeating his surroundings.

In a corner he couldnt see, a man wearing a black robe stood there and watched his every move. There wasnt the slightest trace of warmth in his eyes. Soon, in the blink of an eye, he vanished into thin air.

The next one is you.

All of the god of deaths actions have a purpose.