C67 The Naughty One

Yu lay quietly in the crystal coffin. The undertaker had put on makeup on her face, making her look like she was sleeping.

The funeral home was very quiet. There was no sound of people crying at the top of their lungs. Although everyone was crying, it covered up their grief.

Xiong Zhan stared at Yu's face while Lee Yang offered incense.

Time passed quietly just like that.

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