When Sunday arrive, the church was filled with people. Most of them were bodyguards who weren't able to be there to protect Kai and felt the grief of losing such a capable man. Han XiGuang sat at the front seat, watching the coffin that was shut tightly beside Wu SuYi who was also dressed in all black to formally show their last respect to the late Kai.
The only thing that shine the brighter that afternoon wasn't the sun, the sun which was swallowed by the clouds but instead, the smile of his last picture which Maksim had taken out of resentment.
People who stopped in front of the coffin began to whisper, "Such a shame. He was killed by Sir Han's older brother. We already know he was a psychopath but I didn't know it would be this bad."
"And Kai was such an outstanding person," whispered the other bodyguard. "For him to die to the point that no one could see his face of how disfigured he is, I can't imagine the suffering he went through."
