Hearing the urgent calls, Huang Quan immediately headed towards the mortuary. As expected, the place was now empty—just moments ago filled with Wang Biao's grieving family, but now deserted. A few nurses hurried towards Huang Quan, whispering anxiously to one another.

"Do you think Wang Biao's fiancée might have done something drastic? She's been here for three days, never leaving the mortuary, day or night."

"Yeah, it's really worrying. They had such a strong relationship; I hope she hasn't done anything impulsive."

"Let's hurry and find her! Just a moment ago, she seemed a bit better, even ate something, and now she’s suddenly gone."

Huang Quan listened, his anxiety growing. He had promised Wang Biao to fulfill his last wish. If Yang Xue took her own life, that promise could never be kept, and who knows what chaos might ensue in the Hell Apartment?

As he searched, Huang Quan arrived in front of the hospital’s main building and suddenly felt a mysterious force slow his steps. He looked around but saw nothing unusual. When he glanced up at the rooftop, he noticed a pillar of black light. Using his Qi-gazing technique, he observed the black column and saw a faint figure within it. Could it be Yang Xue?

Without hesitation, Huang Quan hurried to the elevator and rode it to the top floor. The higher the elevator ascended, the thicker the black aura became, as if the entire building was shrouded in the presence of death. When he reached the top and pushed open the door, he saw a lone figure standing at the edge, back turned to him. Even from behind, Huang Quan could feel the overwhelming despair and sorrow radiating from her.

He cautiously called out, "Yang Xue?"

Her entire body stiffened, and after a moment, she slowly turned around. It was indeed Yang Xue. Huang Quan quickly made a calming gesture, "Please, don’t do anything rash. Everyone is frantically searching for you."

Yang Xue suddenly seemed possessed, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Stay back!"

Huang Quan stopped immediately, not out of fear for himself, but because he knew that his mission wasn't complete, and he couldn't let her die just like that.

"Yang Xue, if you die now, have you thought about Wang Biao? He desperately wants to see you one last time," Huang Quan said gently.

Yang Xue began to laugh—softly at first, then louder, until it turned into a hysterical, almost manic laughter, tears streaming down her face. "See me one last time? Yes, I’ll see him! I need to ask him why he left me alone. Does he have any idea how much it hurts?"

She shouted in anguish, her voice gradually softening into a whisper, as if all the energy had drained from her body. Suddenly, her eyes blazed with fury as she stared at Huang Quan. "What do you know about it? All you people say is ‘death is a part of life’ and ‘grieve and move on,’ but have you ever watched the person you love most die right before your eyes, unable to even say a final goodbye?"

As she spoke, her face twisted in pain, tears flowing uncontrollably. The sheer intensity of her agony was palpable, even to Huang Quan.

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"I'm going to ask him if he remembers that he promised me a happy life—or maybe he’s already forgotten about me!" she cried, turning suddenly and climbing over the railing, half her body already hanging over the edge.

Huang Quan's heart raced. He was still too far to reach her in time, but he couldn't let her jump.

"Wait! I can let you see him, I can let you see Wang Biao!" he shouted.

Time seemed to freeze as Yang Xue paused, her body teetering over the edge. Slowly, she turned back towards Huang Quan, her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope. "What did you say?"

Huang Quan exhaled deeply, calming his voice as he spoke, "I can let you see him, see Wang Biao."

As he spoke, he carefully moved closer, extending a hand towards her. Yang Xue, trembling, reached out and grabbed Huang Quan’s hand. Without hesitation, he pulled her back over the railing, where she stumbled and fell onto the rooftop, lying on her back.

Yang Xue quickly sat up, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Who are you? How can you let me see Wang Biao? Are you trying to trick me?"

Huang Quan, steadying himself, sighed and patiently explained, "I’m here on Wang Biao’s behalf to bring you to him. But remember, everything you see today, including me, must never be mentioned to anyone."

Though still doubtful, the possibility of seeing Wang Biao outweighed her skepticism, and she nodded in agreement. Huang Quan nodded back, reached out, and gently took her arm.

"Close your eyes and focus your thoughts on mine. That’s how you’ll enter my space," he instructed.

Yang Xue did as she was told. Suddenly, she felt darkness envelop her, followed by the appearance of an eerie apartment building, devoid of any life. Just as she was about to ask Huang Quan what was happening, she saw someone emerging from the apartment.

As the figure approached, Yang Xue’s vision sharpened, and she couldn’t believe her eyes. "Wang… Wang Biao?"

It was indeed Wang Biao. He stood silently, staring at Yang Xue. The moment she recognized him, Yang Xue could no longer hold back her emotions. She broke down, crying her heart out, releasing all the pent-up sorrow, frustration, and pain.

Wang Biao, seeing his fiancée in such a state, couldn’t help but cry himself, tears streaming down his face. He wanted nothing more than to comfort her, to hold her close. But when he tried to embrace her, his arms passed through her as if she were made of air.

Confused and desperate, Wang Biao looked to Huang Quan, asking, "Why… why can't I hold her?"

Huang Quan shrugged slightly. "You’re separated by life and death. It’s a miracle you can even see each other. If you could touch her, it would mean you could take her with you. But you want her to live well, don’t you?"

With that, Huang Quan smiled and stepped aside, giving the couple some space.

Wang Biao stared at Yang Xue, as if trying to imprint her image in his mind. "Xue'er, live well for me. In the next life, we’ll be together again. Don’t worry—I’ll find you, no matter what."

Yang Xue, her anger and sorrow washed away, could only nod vigorously, her tears flowing unabated.

Time passed quickly, and Huang Quan finally approached them, sighing. "It’s time to say goodbye."

There were so many things Wang Biao wanted to say, but he knew that if he couldn’t let go, Yang Xue would follow him into death—a fate he desperately wanted to avoid. No matter how much it hurt, he could only say, "Take care," before fading away at the entrance of the apartment.

Yang Xue reached out, trying to grasp Wang Biao, but he was gone, leaving only an empty space where he had stood. In an instant, they were both back in the real world. Yang Xue, still reeling from the experience, sat in silence, while Huang Quan waited patiently by her side.

After a long while, Yang Xue finally looked up at Huang Quan and bowed deeply. "Thank you for granting us our final wish. Don’t worry—he asked me to live well for him, and I will. I’ll see the world for him, and when the time comes, I’ll tell him all about it."

Seeing her resolve, Huang Quan felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He nodded slightly as she walked away, watching her silhouette fade into the distance.

As Yang Xue left, Huang Quan perched on the rooftop railing, closed his eyes, and returned to the Hell Apartment. Unnoticed, on the wall of apostles, his name glowed faintly, with the words "Merit +1" appearing beside it.