Morning. Imperial Funeral Hall.
VIP Room 8.
Gu Qiusha and her husband Gu Yuzhi, dressed in black with white flowers pinned to their lapels, spoke softly with relatives and friends who came to mourn.
It took just one night for a newlywed couple in wedding attire to change into mourning clothes, holding a funeral for the father right after their wedding ceremony.
Those visiting were the same group of relatives and friends, all lamenting the unpredictability of life.
They could only offer their condolences to the Gu Family:
"Given his age, Mr. Gu's passing should be considered a celebratory funeral. You must accept it with grace."
"Yes, yes, at least he passed away without pain, very peacefully."
"His soul in another world might be happier than us, after all, life is full of suffering."
"..."
Gu Qiusha forced a bitter smile, gathering her strength to greet relatives and friends.
Yet heavy worries weighed on her heart as she looked around: Where's Zuzi? Where did Zuzi go?
