"Whose hand is this?"
Zhang Ze, hearing this, came to his Junior Sister's side and looked at where she pointed.
There was indeed a handprint, the shape was complete, and five fingers were clearly visible.
The handprint was right on the outer edge of the coffin lid.
Judging from the mark, the owner of the hand seemed to be making an upward pushing motion at the time.
"Isn't it Brother's?" the Junior Sister asked.
Zhang Ze shook his head, "It shouldn't be." Saying this, he placed his own hand on it to compare and found that the handprint was a circle smaller than his hand.
"Size aside, I was supposed to be inside the coffin at the time, so how could I leave a handprint outside the coffin?"
Li was also bored, seeing Zhang Ze comparing hand sizes with the handprint, it crawled over and stretched out its small chubby hand to compare.
