C438 Brothers

"Fuck."

I put my bag on the floor, raised my hand, rubbed my eyes, and took another careful look.

When I confirmed the three words "Fang Shiliang" written on the tombstone, I felt like I was dreaming.

"Fuck." My head was covered in cold sweat as I lit up a cigarette. I placed it in my mouth and smoked two puffs, trying to calm myself as I muttered to myself, "Fang Shiliang can't be a ghost