"Mom!" Qiaoqiao gripped onto Deng Jiaru's shoulders, offering her the greatest comfort, "Let's go back to see Grandpa one last time. He will be buried tomorrow."
Deng Jiaru nodded, and Yun Qing beside her, eyes reddened, took Jiaru from Qiaoqiao. Seeing her low spirits, she carefully supported her shoulders and they left together, "Let's go back to see Dad one last time."
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The farewell ceremony for the Yun family patriarch continued unchanged from early in the morning until noon on the 6th. Relatives and friends of the Yun family, and people from all walks of life, formed a line, each presenting a white chrysanthemum to him.
Fully blossomed white daisies filled the main hall in the northern part of the old mansion.
Standing in front of the coffin, everyone gave their deep bows, with Yun Qing and Yun Mo reciprocating with heavy expressions. Deng Jiaru, Qiaoqiao, and several of the grandchildren knelt before the coffin.
