A week later, Lan Yue, dressed in a long black dress, walked into the villa.
"I'm taking you somewhere."
Seeing Qin Lin come out to greet her, the cool-faced Lan Yue said no more.
"Alright."
Having realized something was amiss, Qin Lin gave a slight nod. Forty minutes later, Lan Yue had driven him to a cemetery at the foot of Purple Gold Mountain on the outskirts of Jinling.
Inside the cemetery, several dozen Qilin Guards were carrying a black coffin, slowly lowering it into the grave.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Half an hour later, following a few saluting gunshots, these familiar members of the Jinling Qilin Guards nodded to Qin Lin and Lan Yue before leaving the cemetery one by one.
"He passed away."
After the members of the Jinling Qilin Guard's Team C had departed, Lan Yue placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums before the tombstone, then gave three deep bows.
"He was a good man and a hero."
