Shi Nuan's expression was very calm, under the gaze of everyone, she walked step by step to the mourning hall, approaching the young man lying in the ice coffin.
Kneeling, kowtowing, she performed all the rituals very well. She ignored everyone around her, only wanting to bid a final farewell to her Xiao Chuan.
Beside the mourning hall, a handsome man in a black suit with a white chrysanthemum pinned to his chest had been watching her since the moment she entered the door.
His expression was also very composed because he always believed: his Nuannuan, was very strong!
...
This mourning lasted a long time, Shi Nuan didn't know how long, many people she didn't recognize came.
She also didn't know if these people knew Song Yichuan.
However, it was all no longer important, no matter how many people came, or didn't come, Xiao Chuan probably wouldn't mind.
That warm-hearted young man only cared about the people alive, not being too sad over his death.
