Amelia Clarke heard the humming voices outside, got off the bed, put on her mourning cap, and went out.
The yard full of people and wreaths stunned her.
The people who suddenly appeared in the yard were all dressed impeccably and behaved in an extraordinary manner, and they all had unfamiliar faces, not resembling relatives from the Carter or Zhou families. The wreaths reached from the Memorial Hall to the outside of the yard, and it looked as though there were still many more outside.
Without drawing attention, Amelia's gaze swept the crowd. Owen Moreland was nowhere to be seen, and the middle-aged man from last night was busy welcoming guests. Judging from his polite demeanor towards these people, it seemed that they were no small potatoes.
