On a calm morning, Li Yidao arrived at the funeral parlor early.
The funeral was scheduled quite early, even before the break of dawn. The staff of the funeral parlor hadn't even started their work yet.
Only a few on-duty employees had rushed in.
In the quiet chapel at this time, apart from a worker, only Li Yidao was present.
Looking at Wang Zicai's body lying in the farewell hall, Li Yidao deeply bowed.
Wang Zicai didn't hold any resentment when he died. Li Yidao had many funeral sessions, intending to help him pass away peacefully in his final moments.
Many grudges left unresolved at death might lead to an eternal cycle, forever trapped in a place unable to move on.
But Wang Zicai's death was peaceful.
Maybe...
In his last moment, he had fulfilled his final wish.
