Quickly, an officer stepped forward and scraped off the cream from the surface of the cake.
Inside was a terrifying skull.
My skull!
For a moment, everyone was on high alert.
Some rushed out, trying to find the courier who delivered the cake.
Unfortunately, the person had long disappeared.
Ken's eyes were slightly red as he bowed to my skull, put on gloves, and carried it back to the forensic laboratory.
It was pretty laughable. When I was alive, he called me disgusting and wouldn't even look at me.
Now that I'm dead, he's showing me respect.
Ken has always been competent at work, so it didn't take him long.
When my face was reconstructed, he stood there in a daze.
After rubbing his eyes several times, he made sure he wasn't mistaken.
He knew this face all too well.
He stumbled backward, knocking over quite a few things, surgical tools scattered all over the floor.
In the end, he slumped down and covered his face with his hands, tears seeping through his fingers.
He muttered to himself, "Impossible! How could it be you?
"Such a troublesome woman should pester me a thousand years. How could you die so soon? I haven't avenged myself yet..."