The car quickly drove into the parking lot of the funeral home. As Yan Luoxi took the parking ticket at the entrance, Buhui already pushed open the car door and ran swiftly towards the funeral home.
"Hey, Buhui?" Yan Luoxi wanted to get out and chase after her, but the car couldn't be stopped there, so she had to park it in the lot. By the time she walked from the parking lot to the main entrance of the funeral home, she was suddenly surrounded by a group of reporters.
Yan Luoxi looked at them in confusion as they asked excitedly. She caught a few key words, roughly "white bones," "Shen Changqing," "mourning," and was startled, "What did you just say?"
The reporter who questioned her looked at her bewildered expression and said, "This morning's news— a rescue team salvaged a set of white bones near Buzhou Mountain. The DNA identification results just came out; the DNA similarity to Shen Changqing is as high as 99%. Miss Yan, are you here to mourn him?"
