Diwu Zexuan inserted one hand in his pocket, his silver pupils glimmering with a peculiar light.
Raising his eyebrows, he followed Rui Hui's gaze.
The cemetery was already cleared out.
Even the media that were outside had been evacuated.
The empty entrance stood in stark contrast to the bustling mourning inside.
"Then you really should go back and wipe your eyes, a car just arrived, I think it's Dan Hanxi," Rui Hui said, her charming eyes narrowing in mockery.
"..."
Diwu Zexuan's body tensed, watching the slowly approaching car towards the cemetery, his eyes slightly narrowed.
The next second, he saw the car come to a steady halt.
The car door opened, and several medical personnel in white coats got down from the extended vehicle.
Then, someone brought a wheelchair down from the car.
Dan Hanxi was seated comfortably in the wheelchair.
"It really is him." The amusement on Rui Hui's face vanished, and she immediately stood up straight, fully entering an alert state.
