"滴滴...嗒嗒..."
The rain at Linmen kept pouring down, soaking the wind and causing the white cloth hanging at the funeral to sway gently.
In the vast hall, many students and teachers from Yuanyue Academy sat with gloomy expressions, holding a white flower, on the chairs prepared under the funeral altar.
At the center of the end of the funeral altar, there was a temporary storage area resembling a coffin where Yan Huan's tidied-up corpse rested peacefully amidst a cluster of fresh flowers.
Around the coffin, there were also several photos provided by Yuanyue Academy of Yan Huan participating in activities.
And in the very front, there was a large photo frame containing the black and white version of Yan Huan's admission photo as the portrait of the deceased.
"President... how could this be..."
Below, Yuanlina covered her face and cried sorrowfully.
Beside her, Ashley gently reached out and embraced her, comforting her.
