Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

The older sister on the right was not that sad, because she had to comfort her crying younger sister. On her equally young and beautiful face was a fragile smile that she was forcing herself to smile. She held a tissue in her hand and placed one hand gently on her younger sister's shoulder to comfort her.

The two people have the same face, but from the temperament point of view, the elder sister appears to be more calm and strong. Just by standing there, you can tell that she must be a lively and cheerful person. Even after suffering such a blow, she was not defeated by the unfortunate life.

Feng Lan carefully observed the reactions of the crowd, mainly the two sisters.

She saw surprise and a hint of amazement in her sister's eyes, and the same expression also appeared clearly on her sister's face. Her pupils dilated for a moment, and she subconsciously adjusted her hair and skirt.

Feng Lan glanced at the crowd again, then looked behind her. She was also a little surprised.

Is it him?

He was wearing the same black suit as the others, with a white square scarf on his left chest with a white rose on it. Because he was in a hurry, he was half-bending over to catch his breath. There were tiny water droplets on his forehead, and it was unclear whether they were sweat or rain. He was holding a transparent umbrella in his hand.

A somewhat awkward and shy smile appeared on his handsome face, and his ears were slightly red when they showed through half of his black hair. He was a slim young man with an upright posture. Feng Lan estimated that he was about 1.78 meters tall and around 25 or 26 years old.

What’s important is that this somewhat immature and shy young man looks exactly like the guy who insisted on handing out flyers to Feng Lan on the street. Even his clothes haven’t changed much.

Feng Lan carefully observed the guy who suddenly broke into the funeral. With an embarrassed look on his face, he glanced around the crowd and tried to find a place to stand nervously.

When his eyes swept over Feng Lan, there was no pause, as if the guy who had been shamelessly selling flyers to her before was not himself.

Or rather, he seemed to not recognize himself at all.

"You are……?"

The elder sister spoke up to resolve the young man's embarrassment, but judging from her expression, she did not recognize this handsome young man who suddenly appeared at the funeral.

"I'm the younger brother of Aunt An's sister's son-in-law. He couldn't come due to something, so I'm here to attend the funeral in my brother's place. Sorry, I'm late because I'm not familiar with the route."

The young man touched the back of his head shyly. After hearing his explanation, his sister's expression improved a lot and she invited him to stand near the front.

"Since you are a relative of my mother's sister, please come to the front."

Feng Lan looked at the back of the young man standing stiffly in the front row and confirmed that he was the man with his back in the lower right corner of the poster.

After that, they mourned for another half an hour before the sisters announced that everyone could leave.

The silent crowd presented flowers or gifts one by one and left one after another.

Feng Lan also followed the crowd and presented the white roses in her hand and placed them in front of the mourning hall, but compared to others, she made an extra request.

"Can I see her? I haven't seen Ms. An for a long time."

Feng Lan's face showed an expression that was somewhat complicated, sad, warm and relieved. Then she looked quietly at the two sisters standing beside her, and the young man who stayed to help because he felt it was impolite for being late.

I don’t know what the two sisters imagined from Feng Lan’s expression. The more emotional sister wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and agreed without hesitation.

"Please, young lady. I think mother is also very sorry that she didn't get to see you for the last time."

Chapter 133 [Game Factory] Funeral 2

Feng Lan nodded with a sad expression, put down the white rose in her hand, and walked to the coffin.

By slightly turning sideways, one could easily see the dead woman lying inside the coffin, a pale corpse.