Tong and Lianyi were sitting in the lounge drinking afternoon tea. Tong looked at the fiery red letter that Lianyi handed her and said with some confusion: "What is this?"
Saying that, Hitomi unfolded the letter.
Please kindly ask: Miss She Qiantong will go to Edmund Sons Funeral Home in London on Friday to attend the wedding and funeral of myself and Miss Bai Yiwei. Sincerely, Sikong Boye.
"Given by Sikong Boye." Lianyi took a leisurely sip of earlgrey English Earl Gray tea, "Bai Yiwei's funeral and wedding."
"What the hell?" Hitomi was shocked, "Is the wedding and funeral together?"
"Yes." Lianyi continued to drink tea leisurely, "Her Majesty the Queen's documents are here. Because Sikong Boye killed Tom William, he was awarded the title of Duke."
"Bai Yiwei—Duchess?"
"...You can put it that way." Lianyi said, getting up and going upstairs. "I have to pick out a dress..."
Tong watched her go upstairs, and then smiled coldly. "Since someone died, it's okay. Luo Yujun, this can be regarded as a bloody omen from me..."
edmund&sons funeral home, london.
Jian Chenxiu, Tong and Lianyi stepped out of an extended Lincoln, holding each other's arms. Tong was wearing a floor-length black dress, and Lianyi was wearing a long black dress.
As soon as we walked into the mourning hall, everyone was stunned.
The mourning hall was decorated in all red tones, with red carpets, red gauze curtains, red roses... and a crystal coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall, all surrounded by red rose petals.
The lid of the crystal coffin was open, and inside the coffin lay sleeping Bai Yiwei. She was put on a red haute couture dress, and her thick blush and flaming red lips made her look charming. The crystal coffin was also sprinkled with sprinkles.
Big red roses and red rose petals.
Bai Yiwei is like a sleeping bride.
"How...how could this happen..." Luoyu Xiayang and Zhen Shunzi, who were wearing black dresses, were also shocked after they arrived.
Sikong Boye only invited Luoyu Xiayang, Zhen Shunzi, Tong, Lianyi, Jian Chenxiu, Jian Chenyu, Mu Chenying and Luoyu Mianying this time. In the huge empty red mourning hall, there was only one lonely person.
There were several people standing in black dresses, which was a bit special.
After a while, a slender figure appeared at the door of the mourning hall.
It's Sikong Platinum.
He was wearing a red double-breasted suit and looked impressive. He was holding a red cloak in his hand.
At this time, the wedding march sounded in the mourning hall.
I don’t know why, but suddenly the wind started blowing up, and the rose petals on the ground floated up from the red carpet and rolled in the air.
Sikong Boye didn't say anything. He walked past everyone and walked straight to the crystal coffin.
He looked at Bai Yiwei. After a long time, he took out a ring box from his coat pocket, revealing a Chanel camellia-shaped diamond ring.
Then, he carefully put the diamond ring on Bai Yiwei's left ring finger. Then he kissed her hand. Then he raised the cloak in his hand. With a "swipe" sound, the cloak covered the entire crystal coffin.
"Bo Ye..." Jian Chenyu called him softly.
"Let's go." Sikong Boye walked out of the mourning hall alone without looking at them.
The red funeral buried the love of Sikong Boye and Bai Yiwei, and also buried their souls.