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I thought I could go away.

But in the end, I was thinking too much.

Kang Zeyu grabbed my wrist and, ignoring the objections of Tang Lin-xuan and Tang Zhiming, directly carried me to the funeral home.

He only managed to push me down to the ground in front of Hong Xuemei's photo.

"Kneel here."

Kangzeyu spoke behind me. His tone seemed to be an order