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Morning comes.
The sun had not yet risen from its place but the Jie residence had to prepare for the funeral ceremony that day.
In the center of the hall. There was a large, exquisitely carved casket that prepared since dawn. House workers carried dominant black and white flags that filled the hall. Flowers and condolence had arrived early in the morning. It is not yet dawn and there is almost no place left to put them.
The wind blew so cold. Colder than any time before as if all falls in deep sorrow. No sound besides the wind that flew between the buildings in the Jie Mansion complex. Which has been too quiet.
The servants walk down with almost no sound at the alley after doing their daily job, which that day is not the same as others.
Bai Hu was ready with his clothes. White, with a dark blue stripe of Jie's family crest, with only a white ribbon strapped in his hair bun.
