Yan Luoxi's heart felt as if a massive stone weighed upon it, too heavy to breathe. Even though Shen Jue's words bore no blame toward Gu Qian, she still sensed that Shen Jue resented Gu Qian.
Yes, in the face of death, no one can be so magnanimous as to not hold a grudge at all.
Upon leaving the funeral home, the previously clear sky suddenly turned dark, as if a storm was imminent. Yan Luoxi stood on the steps, gazing at the clusters of dark clouds in the distance, and the dark clouds in her heart refused to dissipate.
"Boss." A voice came from behind her. Yan Luoxi turned around to see Buhui standing three steps away. Her eyes were bloodshot, looking unwell. Yan Luoxi nodded, "Let's go back."
After speaking, she stepped down the stairs as a clap of thunder rolled across the sky, followed by one lightning strike after another, accompanied by fierce winds. Just as they entered the parking lot, the rain poured down.
