Shen Mengxi didn't reply, her thoughts known only to herself.
She was indeed moved, just like Hua Feifei. Ling Tianyu's charm could not be underestimated. Otherwise, why would such endless pain be revealed in their eyes?
Inside Yishanzhuang, Lüzhou and the others didn't stay long before they left, but Zhao Xiangde didn't leave. Wearing mourning clothes, he guarded the spirit of the deceased. He had known Ling Tianyu the longest and was the first to be acquainted with him.
His good friend, his brother was gone, and the pain in his heart was like being cut by a knife. Since his arrival, he hadn't spoken a word, silently bearing the pain of his friend's departure. Ling Tianyu was his close friend who had helped him confront his enemies. Alas, he was gone.
Zhao Xiangde restrained his urge to weep. He wasn't young anymore, and his family had long passed away. It hadn't been easy to find a close friend like Ling Tianyu, and now he was gone too, a significant blow to him.
