Rong Mochen followed and took her hand, leading her out of the car.
Jin Jumo's legs almost gave out the moment they touched the ground, and she collapsed towards Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen's dark eyes deepened as he caught her, supporting her and picking her up.
Jin Jumo, flustered, pushed at him, "I-I'm fine, my legs are just numb."
Rong Mochen pressed his thin lips together, looking worriedly at her pale, translucent face, "Are you really okay?"
Jin Jumo nodded, withdrawing her hand from his palm.
She turned around in a slow-motion, movie-like scene. The characters of the funeral home came into view, chilling her breath. Her hand clenched tightly, and she walked around the car, step by step, towards the funeral home.
Rong Mochen clenched his fists slightly and quickly walked to her side, holding her hand.
Jin Jumo's hands and feet felt like they weren't her own, frozen numb. Her heart, like it's being sliced with sharp blades, hurt terribly and filled with fear.
