Wei Xueqing was very worried.
Yang Chen told her from the side, "It's okay, they are all professionals. They will take good care of your father, just like he's sleeping. It'll be gentle, so as not to disturb him."
Wei Xueqing looked up at Yang Chen, although she was very scared and worried, seeing Yang Chen made her feel much calmer.
At the entrance of the funeral hall, Yang Chen said to Chen Siyan, "Yanyan, if you are scared, you can wait outside."
"No, I'm not afraid!" Chen Siyan was very strong, "I want to be with Sister Xueqing!"
Yang Chen looked at Chen Siyan reassuringly, nodded, and whispered, "Go in quietly, don't disturb Uncle Zhong."
"Okay!"
Inside the funeral hall, Wei Qingzhong lay peacefully in the ice coffin.
Yang Chen glanced over and slowly nodded.
Wei Xueqing stroked the ice coffin, tears fell down her face.
Yang Chen sighed softly, and said, "Xueqing, have a good chat with your father, I'm going out to smoke."
Wei Xueqing nodded slightly.
