After the interlude, the funeral seemed to continue without any ripples.
The coffin was to stay in the memorial hall for a night before the burial at Beimang Cemetery the next day. Of course, there was no body inside the coffin, only some of Qin An's belongings from when he was alive.
Chou Ci, still with stains and blood marks on his face, sat alone in his seat. It didn't take long before Pan Hu walked over to him and handed him a cup of water, and they conversed about something.
Cha Xiaodao withdrew her gaze, subconsciously touching her smooth neck.
"You alright?"
Li Yan asked.
Cha Xiaodao pursed her lips in Chou Ci's direction, "If that kid ever crosses me, I'll flatten him."
No wonder she was harboring such resentment. She stepped outside to get some air and have a smoke when she saw Chou Ci covered in blood. She had intended to help, but who would have thought she'd end up injured instead.
Cha Xiaodao was extremely disgusted with Chou Ci's appearance.
