Funeral (1)

The sky was getting dark in the afternoon as stormy clouds covered the sky. The atmosphere was humid and gloomy.

Xi Xiaye was driving towards the Mu residence with Mu Yuchen in the front passenger seat. His eyes were closed and his breathing sounded a little heavy. He did not seem to be having a peaceful nap.

As the car stopped in front of the traffic light, Xi Xiaye suddenly took off her jacket and carefully put it over him. He frowned when he could sense her getting near. His eyes remained closed and he grabbed tightly onto her coat.

Xi Xiaye felt heartbroken looking at him like this. "Mu Yuchen, you have to hang in there. I just feel like taking everything on for you right now."

Unfortunately, she could not take away his pain even if she was willing to take it all upon herself.