This funeral nearly exhausted all of Shi Nuan's energy, to the point where as soon as she sat in the car, her whole body seemed to collapse onto the seat.
But she knew it wasn't over yet; Xiao Chuan's funeral hadn't ended. She couldn't fall apart, not yet.
She forced herself to sit up straight, her eyes calmly gazing out the car window, feeling as though the rain blurred everything—the mountains, the water, and even the past memories related to Song Yichuan had become hazy.
She didn't know how long it had been, perhaps a very long time, when the car door opened, and a strong masculine presence tinged with dampness came in with it.
Shi Nuan's eyes quivered slightly, not speaking, while the man instructed Chi Rui, who sat at the front of the car, "Drive!"
Shi Nuan remained silent, letting the black sedan pass through the rain and fog, taking her further and further away from Song Yichuan.
Not until the car left the cemetery did Shi Nuan softly speak, asking, "Where are we going?"
