I floated in midair, staring at the corpse lying in the morgue at the police station.It wasn't me.I was sure Matt Lewinsky would notice that at a glance too, because there wasn't a scar on the corpse's waist.He let out a sigh of relief, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. He seemed to despise himself for being so pathetic, for actually worrying about the life and death of a gold digger like me.I opened my mouth, wanting to comfort him, only to realize that I was nothing more than a spirit now. There was nothing I could do.When Matt walked out of the morgue, he saw a man kneeling in front of the corpse, crying his eyes out. He vaguely recognized the man as Lewis Lane, a spoiled rich kid who did nothing but fool around.His friend said, "Lewis, stop crying. She approached you because you're rich. It's not worth it to cry over someone like her. She's gone. If you feel bad about it, find her a good grave and bury her. I'll introduce you to a few better women in a few days."
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