He was stunned for a moment and quickly caught up to the man in front. "Master Wang, Sister Qiao is here too."
Ye Wangchuan was also wearing black today. His figure was slender and well-proportioned. Black did not look out of place on him at all. Instead, it made him look even nobler.
Hearing this, he turned around and saw the girl in the queue.
His eyes narrowed. In this situation, it was not convenient for him to go over and greet her. He could only find a corner and wait for Qiao Nian to finish paying her respects.
The queue moved quickly.
It was Qiao Nian's turn not long after.
She stood in front of the photo and watched as the old man looked at the camera. His eyes were wise and determined. She thought of the small notebook he had handed her before he left and the long list of names in it. She felt quite sad. She first bowed three times solemnly and then offered a fresh bouquet of white chrysanthemums in silence.
