In the misty rain, the long funeral procession walked silently on the muddy mountain path. Jiang Jianzhi walked at the front of the team, his brows furrowed and his mouth pursed without saying a word.
"Young Master, why don't you go back first, I'm afraid you will be upset when you see Mr. Tang being buried~" Uncle Zhang, the housekeeper, stepped forward to help Jiang Jianzhi, for fear that he would faint during the funeral. Jiang Jianzhi freed his arm, waved his hand, and continued to walk forward silently, but his brows furrowed tighter, his teeth bit his lower lip harder, and the tears he had endured for a long time fell down his cheeks.