After Jiang Han was buried, it was as if Nan Chu's soul went with him.
Lin Yu held Nan Chu's hand, "Nan Chu, cry, it will make you feel better."
"I won't cry, Jiang Han said he loved my smile, I don't want him to see me sad."
"It's my son who had no luck, unable to marry you into our family. You have to take care of yourself." Lin Yu held back her sorrow, comforting Nan Chu.
No, it didn't get better at all, Nan Chu looked at the tombstone.
When everyone else had left the cemetery, Nan Chu sat alone in front of Jiang Han's tombstone.
"Jiang Han, Jiang Han..." Nan Chu called out repeatedly.
Netizens couldn't believe Jiang Han had passed away. Some even used Jiang Han's death for massive publicity.
But those people had their accounts blocked by various platforms.
People who exploit the dead shouldn't exist.
Si Junyan, after attending the funeral, still found it hard to believe Jiang Han was gone.
