Li Xia nodded, "We have similar experiences, both fallen souls in this vast world. If I don't help you, who will I help?"
"Great!" Su Yun excitedly stood up from the ground, "Come, let's talk at home."
Li Xia looked at the exquisite little building in front of her, a smile on her lips. This was the house of the rescue center's President, a thousand times better than those godforsaken places at the Southern Border. Before coming here, she never imagined she would have such an opportunity.
Living Yama, just wait! I will make you pay the price, I will pave my future path with your blood.
"Alright!" She nodded and smiled, holding Su Yun's hand.
The Northern District lowered flags to half-mast to mourn Mr. Su. The memorial service was held at the National Funeral Home, and his ashes were interred at the Babao Mountain National Cemetery. The eulogy was recited by Su Huai'an, and wreaths filled the entire funeral home, even lining the roads outside.
