"You said, why did the monitor, a good person, suddenly disappear? It's really sad and sad."

"Yes, Ziyu is really pitiful. It was supposed to be a wedding, but now it's a funeral. It makes me sad just thinking about it."

"Why did the squad leader fall from the building? He can't think about such a happy day. He didn't do a proper investigation and blocked the news. He was really derelict in his duty."

Some people in the crowd had already begun to whisper about Mo Xichen's death, expressing sympathy for Yan Ziyu.

Zhang Yang is Mo Xichen's good friend, and he was crying secretly at this moment. Looking at Mo Xichen sleeping quietly in the coffin, he felt very uncomfortable.

Zou Meng patted his shoulder, her face not showing too much sadness. She vaguely knew about Mo Xichen's death.

Wan Wan had told her that after thinking about what Mo Xichen had done to Wan Wan, she couldn't convince herself that she could still respect him as much as before.

Immediately afterwards, another guest arrived outside the door.

Everyone stood in several rows and looked outside the door.

The woman is dressed in a plain white dress, gentle and calm, calm and peaceful. The man is dressed in a black suit, cold and arrogant, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, and has a compelling aura.

Yan Ziyu bit her lip, looked angrily at Wan Wan and Huangfu Xiao who came to express condolences, and secretly clenched her fists.

Today is Xichen's funeral, and she can only endure everything.

Huangfu Xiao stood aside, and only Wanwan bowed three times in front of the coffin, with crystal tears flashing in her eyes, and her eyes fell faintly on Mo Xichen who was lying in the coffin.

A man who was once as gentle as jade, who was once such a gentle elder brother, who was once such a humble and courteous gentleman, just fell asleep in the ground, and could no longer open his eyes to see this colorful world.

Seven years ago, she did not have time to see him off at the airport, which caused a distortion in his heart and led to today's tragedy.

Seven years later, they met again in the storm, but they had changed. He was full of her, but she was full of another man.

Wan Wan closed her eyes. The past events were still vivid in her mind, but there was no warmth anymore. Thinking about it, she just felt heart-wrenching sadness.

What echoed in his mind was the scene of Mo Xichen letting go of himself, opening his arms with a charming smile, and falling infinitely downward.

She pushed him down with her own hands, and she saw him fall to death with her own eyes.

Wan Wan then retreated to the side and stood with Huangfu Xiao. Next to her was Zou Meng.

Zou Meng lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Why are you here? Your military commander is also here with you. Is everything okay?"

"Everyone is coming, I have to come." Wanwan looked a little sad, "No matter what, I still want to see him off for the last time."

Next came the family members' speeches. Everyone held an incense candle in their hands, burned incense and prayed devoutly to send Mo Xichen off for the last journey.

Yan Ziyu was dressed in heavy and sad black, and her tall and slender figure looked lonely and lonely. She glanced sadly at the guests who came to express their condolences, and breathed out slightly: "Thank you, everyone, thank you for coming to participate.

For my husband's funeral, I would like to send my final blessings to him. On behalf of Xichen, I would like to thank everyone.

"While speaking, Yan Ziyu bowed deeply to everyone again, her face full of sadness, "Although Xichen and I's wedding did not go smoothly, although we did not take an oath and did not have time to exchange rings, but
Chapter completed!