Wei Xinruo's funeral was held quietly.
She didn't have many friends, and Lady Wei didn't notify any friends or business partners, so there were very few people to see her off.
Lady Wei seemed to age decades overnight, her elderly state fully visible, her face haggard and pale, needing assistance just to walk.
Dong Xin Yan stayed there throughout, until Wei Xinruo's funeral ended, while Gu Ningyi silently accompanied her, providing her the most steadfast and powerful support.
After the funeral, Dong Xin Yan looked at Lady Wei, who was sitting on the sofa holding Wei Xinruo's photo, dazed. She gently clenched her hand and slowly walked over.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Standing in front of Lady Wei, Dong Xin Yan lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Lady Wei, her voice somewhat hoarse, "You hate me, why?"
That phrase 'you hate me,' her tone carried no question, but certainty; as for why, she could not understand.
