He wore a black suit that made his slim figure stand out, especially noticeable among the crowd.
Lian Xinying spotted him with just one look amongst the people.
As Lian Xinying watched him, he seemed to notice.
However, he just cast a faint glance toward her before resuming his conversation with the person next to him.
A funeral of the upper class also carried a commercial flavor.
Lian Xinying stood for a while, feeling some soreness in her back, so she excused herself to go to the restroom, planning to rest for a bit.
Just after Lian Xinying walked away, not far behind, Yan Ye's gaze followed the direction in which she had left.
"Excuse me for a moment," Yan Ye said politely, leaving the conversation and walking away.
Because her back was a bit sore, Lian Xinying walked slowly, massaging her waist with her small hand to relieve the fatigue.
When the sound of firm footsteps came from behind, she reflexively turned her head to look.