Tan Xiaoyu was just thirty years old this year, not really old, and passed away like that; it's quite regrettable.
It's rare for these classmates to specially come over, waiting for his body to be transported back for the memorial.
Chen Feng didn't expect it to be this matter and felt somewhat melancholy inside.
He had cancer too, but his luck was much better than Tan Xiaoyu's and could even be called defying fate.
Otherwise, he might have left earlier than Tan Xiaoyu.
This is fate for everyone, and Chen Feng's situation is considered a miracle. In this world, miracles are extremely rare.
Most people can't recover from this kind of illness, and extending life for a few years is already a blessing.
Even for Chen Feng, although his condition miraculously started improving, he still can't guarantee complete recovery.
Therefore, Chen Feng felt somewhat like the fox grieving over the death of the rabbit and certainly didn't refuse to go along to pay respects to Tan Xiaoyu.
