Hegate Cemetery.
A group of people wearing black suits.
"Kevin, say a few words."
"Alright."
Huang Kaiwen nodded, got up from the wheelchair, took the crutch, and slowly walked to the front.
He began to speak: "When I met him, he was always silently standing on the outskirts of the crowd. Such an image is common, very ordinary, yet he was liked by everyone. It's a pity that our friend Guillaume left just like that, he was not a nobleman, not a politician, nor a rich man, just a restaurant owner. Even before he died, he was still writing tomorrow's supply list."
This ordinary Guillaume was not a nobleman, lacking fame, and his social circle was very simple. But he wished for us to be happy, and we will remember that chubby man wearing an apron, which is enough.
