***
That afternoon, the urns containing the ashes of Luo Tingsong and Song Fang were delivered.
Tong Ran wore a pure white winter dress, and once the urns were delivered, she held them in her hands and never put them down.
The black car was waiting outside; the weather today was extremely gloomy, with dark clouds overhead as if it might rain at any moment.
Mo Nanjue lifted Tong Ran into the car.
The car soon left the Imperial Dragon Mansion; Chen An didn't go, he sat in the living room, just lit a cigarette, and the flame unexpectedly jumped out and burned his fingers. He shook his hand with a hiss, as waves of gloom settled in his heart.
Feeling something was off, he grabbed his keys and returned to his villa.
...
West Suburb Cemetery.
Because of Tong Ran's insistence, Mo Nanjue didn't bring too many people, only a few close-following men in black.
The car quickly arrived at the edge of the cemetery.
