What does it feel like to see a corpse lying in a casket made of nanmu wood up close?
Song Ci couldn't explain, only knowing that her hands and feet were trembling, her heart was panicking, and it felt like the person lying inside was herself.
Madam Fan had already been prepared for burial, her makeup making her look merely asleep, as if calling her name would make her open her eyes and raise her hand to greet you, saying, oh, you've come?
Song Ci closed her eyes and tears started to fall incessantly.
Prime Minister Fan, seeing this, said, "Madam, there is no need to be sad. My mother was very peaceful when she passed, and certainly, she has ascended to bliss."
Song Ci forced a smile and responded with a nod.
Big brother, I'm not sad; I'm scared.
"Prime Minister Fan, you also need to let things go and take good care of yourself."
Prime Minister Fan nodded with a faint smile, looking at Song Ci, his feelings were mixed.
