The musicians played a somber lament, and guests from all directions came to offer their deep condolences.
Outside the hall, soldiers stood in formation, guarding the premises.
Family members and friends formed a line, offering fresh flowers in turn and bidding farewell to the departed.
The entire scene was filled with grief and desolation, a stark reminder of life's fragility and preciousness.
"Brother Yue, about Crescent Lake..."
"Heh. Brother Cong Sheng, I will certainly help if I can, but that matter is truly beyond my capabilities."
Another voice started, "Brother Ma Sheng..."
"Hey, Gao," a different man interjected, "let's not bring up anything else today, alright?"
「The back hall.」
