no matter how much Li Yusa called or scolded, it was useless.As Zhuang Peilan left Li Yuansha's room, she sighed, "Fortunately, Yan Yan said there was no danger to her life. We'll come again tomorrow....The entire audience was moved by their emotions, red-eyed as they watched the coffin be buried and a tombstone erected.

Please have all guests bow to the departed—first bow—second bow—third bow. Let me know if you need anything else translated!

The emcee's words caused everyone in the audience to bow repeatedly, bidding farewell to the departed.

The world turned white as snowflakes swirled and danced.

Wang Shuxiang knelt on the snow, holding onto the tombstone, unwilling to leave for a long time. Xiao Chuan also knelt beside her, looking at his daughter's portrait on the tombstone, crying bitterly.

When the Xiao family members couldn't dissuade them, they could only represent them and bow to thank the guests who attended the funeral.

Guests departed in an orderly fashion.

Li Yuanfu and Song Qiaoying still wanted to stay and keep them company.

Li Sen watched from afar as the two figures knelt in the snow. They seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, their backs hunched over as if crushed by grief. Suyun walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.The sound of the curtains sliding along the tracks startled Li Yuzha. The bright sunlight streamed in, making Li Yuzha squint her eyes, feeling...