"Do you have any words to say, Young Master?"
Mr Hao turned to Drake who had his face to the damp earth of the cemetery. He looked up at Mr Hao, his eyes involuntarily straying to the two girls.
When Mr Hao had told him that there was already a preparation made for the burial, he had thought that there would people other than them.
But it seemed he had taken wrong guesses. Only the four of them were there, and the coffin wherein Mason was lying.
The coffin had been placed in the rectangular but deep hole. Mr Hao nodded at him and he stepped forward.
"I'm not sure what to say, Mason."
He started.
"Should I start with the fact that I am borrowing your b---"
He took caution and looked around. The gazes that met him were the what-do-you-take-us-for kinda look. He had almost forgotten that they were in confidence.
