Huo Yuhao's Funeral, Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan!

When Long Wushang heard Xu Sanshi say that Huo Yuhao would surely rest in peace in the underworld, he truly found it hard to keep himself together.

Xu Sanshi was sincerely grieving Huo Yuhao's death; there was no doubt about that.

But hearing those words directed at himself felt rather ironic. After all, Long Wushang knew better than anyone how Huo Yuhao had died.

Still, so as not to let anyone notice anything unusual about him, Long Wushang showed no emotion. With a sorrowful expression, he patted Xu Sanshi and Beibei on the shoulders, then calmly handed the flower basket in his hands to one of the attendants.

After giving the others a slight nod, he walked toward Huo Yuhao's memorial portrait.

Long Wushang picked up one of the white flowers prepared nearby and handed it to Wang Dong'er.

Dong'er had long since become haggard beyond recognition. Her head hung low, her eyes were red and swollen, and her expression was grief-stricken yet dazed, as though her very soul had left her body.

In truth, Wang Dong'er had noticed Long Wushang the moment he entered the mourning hall.

But they both understood perfectly well that, in a setting like this, they absolutely could not reveal anything unusual between them.

Thus, from beginning to end, Wang Dong'er never raised her head to meet his eyes. Or rather, she did not dare to. That overwhelming sense of betrayal tormented her heart beyond measure.

Naturally, Long Wushang would not add to her troubles at a time like this.

After handing over the white flower, he merely brushed past Wang Dong'er. Then he took a step back and turned his gaze toward Huo Yuhao's memorial portrait.

The youth in the photograph wore Xiao, his features still carrying the vigor unique to someone young.

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