The next day, at three o'clock in the afternoon.
As flags across the country flew at half-mast, the memorial service proceeded as scheduled.
The sky was overcast, as if it were about to rain, casting a somber mood.
The group of Lin Feng dressed in uniform black clothing, walked out of the hotel entrance, boarded a bus, and headed towards the former Land of Chaos station area.
The roads were lined with dense crowds of people, stretching as far as the eye could see, numbering at least over a million.
Both yesterday and today were special days, with many companies and factories granting a day off. People dressed in black or white heading towards a common destination, their expressions solemn and mournful, with occasional cries punctuating the air.
Even young children could sense the oppressive atmosphere and dared not make a fuss.
"This atmosphere is really stifling!"
On the bus, Little Sister Dong whispered.
