C239 Hand tearing lotus flower

In the dead of night, the wind was cool and breezy.

Inside the secluded and quiet mourning hall, rows and rows of candles burned, occasionally emitting sizzling sounds.

A petite female figure snuck into the mourning hall.

She looked around, then walked quietly to the table where the offerings were placed and stood still.

In the middle of the gold paper counter was an incense burner