His movements are extremely cautious, with a demeanor that seems afraid of waking the person slumbering within the grave.
The dark brown soil gradually covers the black urn and white flowers, as raindrops slide down the man's hair, trickle across his cheeks, and linger momentarily on his long black eyelashes before finally falling onto the soil...
With long fingers gripping the soil fiercely, the man bends over it, crying out in grief.
"Sister!"
A single word, filled with such anguish and reluctance.
Everyone remains silent.
Gai Wenhao lifts his handkerchief again to wipe at his reddened eyes.
Xun Yang sniffles, wipes away tears, and walks over to pull firmly on Xicheng's arm.
"Mr. Xicheng, shall we let Miss rest in peace?"
Together with another staff member, they lift Xicheng to his feet, and with a gentle nod, the staff member immediately steps forward and quickly shovels the soil into the grave.
Soon, the tombstone is erected.
