"It's okay, don't be sad." She had come to terms with it; facing life and death, someone who has died should have a broader perspective. Since there is rebirth, then there should be new life. She hoped her grandfather's new life would bring more happiness.
"Alright!" An'an nodded, patting Sheng Ning's shoulder like an old man and then gave up her spot for the next person. Once she reached the side, she realized the next person wasn't Feng Xiaoli, but Su Yun with a darkened face.
Feng Xiaoli clutched a bouquet, looking pitifully at her, "My spot was taken." Earlier, she had been roughly pushed aside, almost stumbling to the ground. Because they were in the funeral hall, she didn't dare make a sound, fearing it would be impolite, so she had to endure it.
"Why is she here?" Chen Huaying whispered.
An'an speculated, "Su Yun is Grandpa Su's daughter, so it makes sense for her to send Grandpa Su off for the last time."
"That's right!"
