The undertaker put makeup on Xin Hui, and when she was pushed in, Mason Jian finally trembled and couldn't stand. In just a dozen minutes, no matter who it was, only a handful of ashes was left.
Xin Hui's funeral was truly over when Mason Jian and Jian Yi Qiu left the cemetery. Adrian drove them back to the city. Mason Jian hadn't spoken much in the past few days. When the car started, he said, "Adrian, thank you for these few days."
"No need, I'm your friend." Adrian felt a little embarrassed. He was not very good at comforting people or taking care of others, so he was a little helpless these days, afraid that he could not help.
Jian Yiqiu also thanked him. He looked much older and his voice was not energetic. Adrian said hurriedly, "Uncle, you are too polite. It is the norm between friends."
When they arrived at Ximianli, every room was still the same, and even the smell of medicine lingered. Mason Jian was stunned, and Jian Yiqiu sighed secretly. Adrian put his arm around Mason Jian's shoulders: "Aren't you and uncle hungry? I'm so hungry."
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