The old Master Gu could be said to be a significant figure in the capital, and although his funeral wasn't grand on a massive scale, the number of people who came to accompany him on his last journey in this world was almost too many to count.
On the day of old Master Gu's burial, He Zhilan still mustered her strength to go. Watching Master Gu's coffin gradually being covered by the yellow earth, with what seemed like countless genuine cries around her ears, her heart was already aching to numbness.
The weather, which was already gloomy, suddenly began to drizzle. In such a season, rain was truly rare.
He Teng quickly took off his military coat, draped it tightly over He Zhilan, and covered her thoroughly. His hands also shielded her head, protecting her in his embrace, using all his capability to shield her from the baptism of the rain.
