Haoran's funeral was very solemn and quiet. There were only Emma, Therius, and Natan on the hilltop. Therius' guards were all staying on the hill's foot and secured the area, making sure no one would disturb them.
Emma felt everything flashed before her eyes, like a dream. Haoran was lying in a glass casket. He looked very handsome with long hair that went down to his shoulders.
Emma never had enough of looking at him. The Akkadian sun was shining brightly and all around her was breathtakingly beautiful, yet, her heart was cold, and her countenance was dark.
Emma felt like her heart and mind were covered with ice. She had promised herself that she would not cry again. So, she was not crying. Nothing would make her shed another tear.
She realized that Haoran had finished his race. Now it's time for him to rest. Emma knew how much Haoran loved her and how he was willing to do anything for her.