The air is filled with a solemn atmosphere.
The young man stared at the dense crowd blocked by the barrier tape, momentarily dazed.
It wasn't until the ponytailed woman behind gently nudged him that he snapped out of it, lowered his head, glanced at the crowd ahead, and slowly moved forward.
His originally light steps became heavy at this moment, the silence and solemnity in the air spread into everyone's hearts like an invisible dye.
A black coffin, covered with a white flag printed with the Glorious Palace's pattern, emerged from the wide gate.
The sky was dark and gloomy, as if clouds were gathering in the firmament, like an invisible hand pressing down on the earth, pressing down on everyone's heart.
The young man slightly turned his head and glanced at the black coffin beside him.
At this moment, the countless discussions with his companions about the deaths of those inside the coffins transformed into an invisible 'Qi', entwining his soul.
