When the funeral ho staff handled her body, they applied exquisite makeup and changed her into an elegant dress.
So even at this mont, when her life had ended, the woman lying in the ice coffin remained dignified and graceful, just like the woman from Munni’s mories who always cared about her appearance.
A pang of sorrow rose in Munni’s heart as she stared at Zhao Yaru’s lifeless yet still beautiful face, hoping that this was rely a revenge for her coldness a few months ago, that she was only pretending to sleep in the ice coffin and was not really gone.
Wang Hairong spoke softly, "Madam was receiving chemotherapy before she passed away, her body had beco very weak, and she had lost a lot of weight."
Munni nodded gently, unable to speak, as if sothing was stuck in her throat, painfully acidic.
She feared that once she spoke, she wouldn’t be able to hold back the urge to cry.
"Madam was very proud of her long hair, but it all fell out during chemotherapy. She was sad for a long ti at that ti. Mr. Zhang especially instructed the funeral ho to put a beautiful long wig on her when preparing her body."
Munni nodded again, as Wang Hairong’s words fell, she turned her gaze to the long hair hanging in front of her chest.
From what she rembered, she often saw Zhao Yaru sitting in front of the dressing table gently combing her long hair, saying that long hair was a woman’s secret weapon of allure.
Suddenly, scenes related to Zhao Yaru erged in her once-confused mind.
Those mories, which she thought she had long forgotten, suddenly surged like a tidal wave.
The noble and beautiful image of Zhao Yaru in her mories overlapped with the woman currently lying in the ice coffin, causing the grief in Munni’s heart to swell infinitely. She could no longer continue looking at Zhao Yaru’s body, fearing that she would be unable to control her emotional collapse.
After one last look at the woman in the ice coffin, she lowered her eyes, struggled to move her hesitant steps, and walked away.
Wang Hairong followed closely by her side, knowing her mood was terrible at the mont, but seeing no tears fall, understanding that she was suppressing her emotions.
One in the front, and one in the back, they silently walked out of the funeral ho. Munni took off the suit jacket she was wearing and handed it back to Wang Hairong, "Thank you for the jacket."
"You’re welco, I’m sorry for your loss of your mother, and I hope you can find peace."
"Thank you for the comfort." Munni pursed her red lips, hesitated for a mont, and then said, "Please inform Mr. Zhang that I just ca abroad and haven’t adjusted to the ti difference, I’m a bit tired, and will see him tomorrow."
Wang Hairong nodded, "I will inform Mr. Zhang, let have the driver take you back."
"Much appreciated."
"Of course."
Wang Hairong took out his phone, dialed the driver, and less than a minute later, a black Cadillac stopped in front of them.
He thoughtfully opened the rear door for Munni, "Please get in."
"Thank you."
In the bustling New York City, there always seed to be endless traffic jams, with the honking of horns frequently ringing around her, and occasionally seeing drivers sticking their heads out of the window to shout angrily.
Munni sat distractedly in the back seat until the car stopped at the hotel entrance, and the driver reminded her that they had reached the destination. Only then did she regain her senses and thanked the Arican driver in standard English.
She put on her sunglasses again, reached out to open the car door, and got out to enter the hotel.
Munni quickly returned to the suite, threw her bag on the carpet beside the bed, leapt onto the bed face-first, and buried her face in the pillows.
In less than a minute, her phone in the bag buzzed.
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