Panting heavily, he no longer struck at Daniel but instead collapsed onto my remains, weeping uncontrollably.
He wasn’t afraid of my horrific corpse, nor did he care about the foul stench. He clung tightly to my remains, unwilling to let go.
Seeing Jason Reed, I felt a flicker of comfort in my heart.
So, even after my death, there was still someone in this world who cared for me.
Jason should be in his second year of graduate school by now.
When he first entered the university, I had been his advisor.
Jason came from a poor background.
Though academically strong, he was often discriminated against by classmates. This left him insecure and withdrawn.
University life wasn’t pure anymore—it was a miniature society, full of vanity and prejudice, where wealth and status mattered more than integrity.
I always looked after Jason. I helped him apply for financial aid, and often even gave him part of my own salary to support him.
Though officially teacher and student, we got along more like siblings.
We shared similar fates—we had both lost our mothers early, and both had fathers who were indifferent and irresponsible.