Memorial Service

"All of you. Don't ask any more questions. "

Jiang Haojun raised her eyes with tears glistening in her eyes. She cast an extremely aggrieved look at the reporter who had asked the question, then lowered her head and silently wept.

The reporters looked at each other in dismay. Then, there was a burst of flashing lights that captured Jiang Haojun's pitiful appearance.

After that, they asked quite a number of questions, waiting for Jiang Haojun to answer them one by one.

Jiang Haojun waved her hand to indicate for the reporters to quiet down.

With a pained expression, she slowly stood up and walked step by step towards the microphone in the center of the stage. She raised her hand and pressed it down until everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Jiang Haojun's eyes became misty again. Her eyes rolled back and forth as if she wanted to force back her tears.