Han Zaixing looked at the door and the dimness in the rain. He let go of his tight hand and nodded: "Okay!"

"If you don't answer, if you don't answer, I will think you agree!"

"Don't show up again!"

"Don't show up in front of her!"

"forever."

Han Zaixing turned around, strode into the deep rain curtain, and became further and further away from the villa.

Everyone stood there and watched, tears bursting out.

He will not show up again.

Nothing will happen.

Fu Cheng said, "Let's go."

Fang Ming and Tony retreated aside, Zhan Le looked at the coffin with heartache in his eyes.

How could this happen? How could it be...

Han Hongsheng said: "You go and see Zai Xing, I'm here."

Zhan Le nodded, looked at the people here, and finally glanced at the dark color in the rain, and turned around and ran towards South Korea.

The rain is boundless and the sky in Kyoto is covered by a layer of white mist.

I can't see the road ahead, I can only see clearly under my feet.

The coffin was slowly lifted into the car, pushed it in little by little, and the car door closed.

Everyone got on the car one after another, the body started, the exhaust gas came out, the white fog was thick, and the rain became blurred.

The first car drove out slowly along the lawn, and then the second car, the third car... followed one by one.

Until the last one drove out of the villa.

Click, the carved iron door is locked.

The wide open double doors slowly closed.

Crack.
Chapter completed!