บท 275: Mourning

December 29, 20XX (Sunday)

Various Places

"Can you mourn for someone you do not know?" Mei Lin asked her older brother on her right side. Her fists clenched on the fabric of his sleeves, feeling nauseous at her wild emotions.

"Of course, " Chang Min nodded. His eyes were blurry from watching the scene in front of them.

Their father, Jerome Bonaparte, was standing still in front of the open casket, eyes drones out into daydream-like state. He looked as if he had no soul in his body staring into something but never really noticing it. Chang Min had seen and heard his father in different states of emotions, but this was the first time that he had no feelings plastered on his face. Mei Lin had tried to insert herself into her father's embrace, only to be sidestepped and ignored. Chang Min had to let her lean on him for comfort.