Chapter 477

• The evening air was calm. The courtyard lights were soft, and incense burned slowly in front of the memorial tablet. The guests spoke in low voices out of respect.
• Old man Anderson was speaking to a distant relative, Marianne stood beside her him, quiet and composed. Even though she did not want to be there, she could not miss the moment of cursing Phillips in the name of praying for him.
• Sierra stood beside Aron in silence, her face was calm but her eyes scanned the space slowly. She never truly relaxed in public.