Chapter 113 Yes?

• In a secluded part of the cemetery, in the pouring snow, all dressed in black, white chrysanthemum flowers in each hand as they wait each turn to pay respect to the deceased...
• "Dad..." Vasilissa pressed her lips together as she tried to stop the tears from falling from her eyes. When she couldn't take it any longer, she cried silently as she dropped the flower in front of her non-smiling father's portrait.
• The news of her father’s death the previous morning came as a shock to everyone.