The sky was hazy, and a light raindrop fell on the smooth lid of the coffin, which was surrounded by a group of men and women dressed in black, standing indifferently with black umbrellas.

"Jue Ye, where is your family?" Han Chen didn't see the existence of the others, and he couldn't help but wonder...

Chapter 55 of "Flower Morning and Moonlit Night" Funeral, the cold is pressing on the tip of my heart! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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