In the best resting hall of the funeral home, surrounded by fresh flowers, the elegy has been sung over and over, and everyone who came upon receiving the news couldn't help but cry their eyes out, the chaos never ceasing for a moment.
Only Tang Yanqi stood alone outside the hall, the Sheng Family wouldn't allow her inside.
When she left the Sheng Family, she had only a thin sweater on her, far too little for the current weather.
The sky had already darkened, and at some point, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Many people came in and out of the hall, yet none paid any attention to her.
Tang Yanqi looked up at the sky, wondering if now, Sheng Jianan was flying up there.
The harsh words of Mr. Sheng still lingered in her ears, along with the angry expressions of the others as they looked at her — and what about Sheng Jianan?
If he comes back, will he also blame her like this?
This winter is so cold...
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