Xie Shichen and Qin Qingnan looked mournful as they walked over to Zhan Moxiao and sat down beside him. Gazing at this man lying on the deck with closed eyes, already haggard to the extreme, they couldn't say a word except to sigh.
They were all dressed in black; today, they came here to mourn.
Hei Chai and Lin Ziran were also wearing black, both of their eyes red from crying.
Zhan Lingtao and Jia Xuan had also changed into black clothes. Jia Xuan was still small and didn't understand much, but she could feel the sadness in the air, so she obediently said nothing, neither crying nor fussing.
Zhan Lingtao held Jia Xuan's hand, crying and crying. He kept blaming in his heart; Ou Xiaolan was a big liar. She had promised to hold his hand forever, but she suddenly let go.
Ou Chenghai stood beside the two children. This man, honest his whole life, had suddenly aged a lot. He had cried day and night these past few days.
