On the day of the funeral, Aethelburg was graced with a rare, clear sky.
The gray, dreary clouds scattered from the canopy of the sky, revealing a sapphire expanse so clear and pure it looked as if it had been washed with water.
Charlotte Shaw stood at the entrance of the memorial hall, gazing up at the blue sky. She vaguely recalled that the first time she met Renee Sinclair, it had also been on a sunny day just like this.
Back then, Renee Sinclair had just transmigrated. She was brazen and arrogant, utterly dismissive of everyone around her.
Even Charlotte Shaw had once been a little intimidated by her.
But now, that bright and flamboyant girl lay all alone in a narrow coffin, as guests came and went to pay their respects.
"I actually guessed long ago that she would die at the hands of the system, but I never thought it would happen so soon."
