Lin Zhi's funeral was scheduled for three days later, on a melancholic afternoon.
Lin Xilin and Lu Zuo, dressed in black, stood on either side of Zhao Xinyan, supporting her as she bowed and thanked those who came to mourn. After crying day and night, her eyes were swollen like overproofed walnut buns. It took several layers of face powder to cover them in the morning. Normally, makeup is not appropriate for the family of the deceased, but Zhao Xinyan really didn't want to meet anyone with panda eyes.
In contrast to her, the future heir to the Lin family, Lin Xilin, was much more stoic—with only a pale complexion and hollowed cheeks, she showed no signs of grief and wasn't crying.
Zhou Mingchen bowed three times in front of Lin Zhi's portrait, with Xia Lu obediently following suit beside him. After the bows, they walked over, shook hands with each family member, then sat down at the side.
This was the first funeral Xia Lu had ever attended.
