Li Tingmo looked at them indifferently and then coldly said, "If you want to mourn, then mourn. Once it's done, leave quickly."
Bian Yue didn't say anything, nodded towards Li Tingmo, and then walked towards the center of the mourning hall.
The atmosphere in the hall was bleak and icy, unlike the way Bian Yue remembered. With Li Sihe gone, her last bit of emotion towards the Li Family was also about to be stripped away.
This tribute marked the endpoint of all emotions; from now on, between her and the Li Family, there would only be unresolved hatred.
Bian Yue, holding incense candles, looked at the portrait of Li Sihe. Just one glance caused her heartache, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
She worshipped the portrait of Li Sihe with great solemnity.
Meanwhile, Li Tingmo, watching this scene, was reminded of some past events.
