If not for personally attending such a funeral, Xia Yun still couldn't believe that Ye Huan really died...
The Ye Family's entrance was filled with all sorts of white wreaths, and many came to mourn. Beneath the white mourning curtains were faces full of silence. Xia Yun quietly placed two white chrysanthemums in a corner, initially planning to leave quietly, but after thinking, decided to check on Ye Mo.
Unexpectedly, just after turning into a courtyard gate, she bumped straight into Ye Shaohua.
"Xia Yun!!" Ye Shaohua looked at her in surprise.
Xia Yun quickly stopped, ready to turn and leave, but Ye Shaohua was a step faster and grabbed her arm, "Xia Yun, why do you avoid me now whenever you see me? I'm not some poisonous snake or fierce tiger."
"I'm not intentionally avoiding you, just don't want to talk to you."
Facing his beautiful, alluring eyes, Xia Yun still felt uncomfortable. After all, they had shared intimacy; she couldn't be so calm.
