C30 Wang Yixing's Little Thoughts

It was gray, and it had been drizzling since early in the morning.

Wang Yihsing was a Mayor. His father had lost his life, and there were many dignitaries here.

The convoy that drove to the cemetery was lined up in a long line. There was no end to it.

Yuan Xinxin pushed Ann Zihao, who was in a wheelchair, and waited in the cemetery early to say goodbye