Zhou Xueli never imagined that when the two brothers met again, it would be under such circumstances. No matter how much he hated Zhou Xuennian, they were still blood brothers, born of the same mother. No matter how he cursed him in his heart, he never thought Zhou Xuennian would end up like this - dying in a foreign land.
"It's definitely your family, right?" The mortuary guardian, dressed in dull gray, bumped his arm and handed over a red clay box, saying, "Make your mark here, and then take him away."
Zhou Xueli withdrew his gaze from Zhou Xuennian's already stiff and pale face, mechanically raised his hand to press his fingerprint, and said, "Please, elder brother, help me find a decent coffin."
He took out a piece of silver from his pocket and handed it over, and the man accepted it and walked out.
