Su Mingyuan drove towards the funeral home, and along the way, his mood was extremely complicated.

He didn't know how painful Qiao Yue was when she heard the bad news, how she matured to the pain of losing her father, but what made him even more uncomfortable was that Qiao Yue didn't look for him or even tell him when she needed someone to accompany her the most, but chose to face all this alone.

Su Mingyuan's hand held the steering wheel tightly, his deep eyes looked ahead, his foot stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped all the way towards the funeral home.

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In the funeral home, Qiao Yue's car was parked in the wide parking lot outside.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw a group of men dressed in black holding an urn in pain, and a person next to her was injured and holding a portrait.

The person on the portrait was a woman in her forties and fifties who was not old, and the black-and-white photos gave people a solemn feeling, Qiao Yue didn't dare to look at it more, so she walked quickly inside.

This place Qiao Yue is no stranger to, because this is not the first time she has been here.

Last time, it was also here, that she said goodbye to her mother, but at that time she was not alone, and her father was still standing by her side.

Eight years later, she came here again, but alone, because she had lost her last loved one in this world, and no one would ever stand behind her again, holding her shoulder to comfort her.

Qiao Yue's tears fell, she wanted to hold back, but she couldn't help it, she could only raise her hand and wipe it over and over again to see the road ahead.

Qiao Yue took the stamped document given by the prison, found the staff of the funeral home, and handed over the receipt.

In the past, when she saw her father, she had to go through layers of registration in the prison, but now she wants to see her father, she has to go through the registration of the funeral home, which is her father, but she can't meet casually. Raindrop Book House

"Qiao Weimin, huh?" The funeral home staff looked at the name on the prison slip and asked.

"Yes." Qiao Yue nodded, tears rolling in her eyes.

"Please show me your ID." The staff asked in a very formulaic tone.

Qiao Yue listened, put down the bag on her shoulder, took out her ID card from it and handed it over.

Because she had used her ID card when she had just received her father's relics in prison, she found them in her bag casually.

"Okay, please come with me." After the staff verified their identity, they took Qiao Yue to the place where the body was parked.

Qiao Yue followed the staff, walking through a long, dark corridor, as if she was passing through a tunnel of time and arriving at another unknown world.

"Alright, here it is." The staff walked in front of a door, turned to Qiao Yue and said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a heart-rending cry from another room, a beast-like roar that could only be uttered by the loss of a loved one, and the grief was extreme.

Qiao Yue's heart trembled, she remembered that eight years ago, when she saw her mother's body in the funeral home, she also roared like this.

She looked up at the door of the room, raised her hand and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and followed the staff into the room.

The room was large, with a row of specially made freezers on three walls, some with lights on and some without.

Qiao Yue knew that if the light was on, it meant that there were bodies inside, and if it wasn't lit, it was empty.