Unless...
Diwu Zexuan's mischievous eyes narrowed, reflecting a ghostly light.
The hand by his side silently clenched into a fist.
"What's wrong with you? Right now, you look even worse than Dan Hanxi."
Rui Hui tilted her head, looking at Diwu Zexuan, whose expression was somewhat off, teasingly said.
"..."
Diwu Zexuan glanced at her, saying nothing.
Soon, the crowd gathered around Dan Hanxi and moved to Dan Yi's tombstone.
The ashes had already been buried, and Dan Hanxi arrived just in time to throw the soil.
The expression on Dan Hanxi's face was very grievous, his eyes slightly red, in the eyes of those who didn't know, he seemed mournful for Dan Yi, but only Dan Hanjie and Qin Youxuan knew he was excited.
Watching the person he hated most enter the coffin before he did, what could be more thrilling than such a scene?
Dan Hanxi managed to attend the funeral, he probably most wanted to laugh three times in front of Dan Yi's tombstone at this moment.
