Allen pushed An Mingji to the coffin's side, standing properly by his side, his voice low and hoarse: "Family Head, please look at Madam one more time; the coffin will be sealed soon."
The wheelchair stopped in front of the coffin, and An Mingji's heart pounded uncontrollably.
A strong sense of grief and sadness surged from deep within.
He still didn't understand what had happened.
His body instinctively moved.
He leaned slightly forward to look into the coffin, at the person Allen referred to as his wife.
With just one glance, his eyes felt like they would crack.
The world turned upside down, his vision awash in blood red.
An Mingji clutched the wheelchair's handles tightly, his eyes wide and red, staring intently at the woman inside the coffin.
The woman looked like she was in her thirties or forties, clad in luxurious elegance, wearing Italian royal attire.
Her eyes were shut tight, her expression peaceful, like an unapproachable cold and proud winter plum.
