"Your mother wouldn't like you being like this." Tianxue sobbed, but who wouldn't grieve over a lost relative? She didn't know how to console.
Du Yuanming supported Wanqing: "I know it's hard for you, it's hard for me too. But when a person dies, they should be buried as soon as possible. It's the best for her, and respectful to her. Don't be sad, rest a bit, let's discuss the funeral arrangements."
Wanqing nodded, turned back for one last look, but the ice coffin was already closed. She took a deep breath and turned to exit, her body shivering with cold.
Tianxue turned to ask Mu Tiancheng to offer his coat, only to find out he was wearing a bloodied garment. So she rubbed Wanqing's arms instead.
Du Yuanming asked his secretary to find a teahouse. As they got out of the car at the teahouse, Tianxue saw a clothing store across the road. She whispered to Mu Tiancheng: "Can you buy a jacket or a scarf for Wanqing? She's cold, be careful with the color selection."
