Owen Moreland's father, Oscar Moreland, stood by. Although he was not weeping as Madam Moreland did, his face was also filled with grief.
The others all had solemn expressions on their faces.
Amelia Clarke quietly stood at the very back, a pair of seemingly calm eyes peering through the crowd, fixated on Owen Moreland's face.
His eyes tightly closed, perhaps due to the naturally hard lines of his face, he appeared serious and meticulous even in his slumber.
His thin lips were tinged with a faint paleness.
Seeing the man who was usually high above, giving orders and directions, now so fragile, an intense and prickling pain surged in Amelia's heart.
No one knew how long it had been.
Finn Wilson, upon turning around by chance, saw Viola Harris standing with Amelia at the back. He was startled and exclaimed in surprise, "Viola, what are you doing here?"
That remark made everyone look toward the back.