On the day of the funeral, the entire city was in turmoil. Hundreds of media outlets flocked, Xu Qingli had a glamorous life, and her funeral was lavishly organized. Almost all the city's elite came to the memorial hall to pay their respects.
Lu Chenyuan wore a black suit, his demeanor weary beyond measure, exuding exhaustion, his eyes constantly red-rimmed, restraining his emotions.
In the days since Xu Qingli's passing, he had hardly closed his eyes, sleepless and tirelessly grieving.
Lin Yan donned a black suit while Ou followed beside her. Both wore masks, and facing hundreds of media cameras, Ou wasn't intimidated by the scene, appearing indifferent.
He seemed to be a natural leader, unflustered by any large crowd or situation.
Lying in the crystal coffin, Xu Qingli looked as if she were merely asleep. Lin Yan stood before the coffin for a long time, resolving her past grudges in that instant.
