"Everyone will head towards death," he said.
Inevitable.
For Geng Long, as he said just before his death, his life had already been magnificent enough; bidding farewell to this world now, he held no regrets.
Hospital.
The funeral procession was ready to set off.
Leaves return to their roots.
It was, of course, out of the question to bury him hastily here.
Geng Long's body, having met his end in a foreign land in such a sigh-inducing accident, was to be transported to the airport and then flown by private plane to Jiangnan, where the formal memorial service would be held.
Beneath the hospital building,
a crowd witnessed Geng Long's body being carried out.
Out of his relationship with Song Chao Ge, Guo An Le also hurried to the scene.
With his status, he fundamentally looked down on the people of the Jianghu who lived by the knife, but Guo An Le couldn't deny that the deceased truly was a remarkable man.
