Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Laura’s POV:

It rained for several days straight. The sky remained overcast and gloomy. It was as though the universe also mourned Crystal’s death. I put on a black dress and a gauze hat and went to the mourning hall.

I only informed Crystal’s closest friends of her funeral. As soon as they heard the news of Crystal’s death, Flora, Harry, and some others all came as quickly as they could.

Several days had passed, and none of Crystal’s friends had left the mourning hall. They had all stayed by Crystal’s side unwaveringly.

I had planned to bury Crystal as soon as Rufus woke up, but as the days went by with no sign of Rufus waking up, I began to worry that Crystal’s body would decay. Crystal had lived a hard life, so I hoped she could at last leave the world in a decent way.

Today was

the last day of her funeral, and everyone had gathered in the

mourning hall.

“Let’s begin.” I sat on the bench wearily, motioning for the priest to start the funerary service.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

The priest held up his Bible and began to pray. “Death is not a sad thing. After all, her soul is now with Father in heaven. So don’t feel sad for her…” All of a sudden, a wail broke out in the crowd. I turned to look in the direction of the sound, only to meet Harry’s bloodshot and swollen eyes. “How can we not feel sad for her? She’s our friend, our family! I still can’t believe that she’s really dead.”

Then the others burst into tears. No one could accept this.

No one wanted to believe that Crystal had died so suddenly.

The priest couldn’t finish his prayer, and I wasn’t in the mood to let him continue, so I made him leave first.

Sniffling, Harry walked up to the coffin and put a white rose in front of it. “I’m not angry at you anymore for going to the border without telling us. We understand why you did it. It’s okay, Crystal. You can rest now.”

Joanna, whose eyes were also red and swollen from crying, silently laid down her white rose.

Just then, a tall figure walked into the hall. It was Blair. He had come all the way here from the border.

“Come and say goodbye to Crystal.” I sighed at him.

Blair was in a trance for a moment. Holding a bouquet of white roses, he stared at the coffin unmoving for a long time. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but when I saw his shoulders quiver slightly, I knew he was in immense pain like Rufus.

“Don’t worry, Crystal. The border is fine. I swear I’ll keep it guarded.” Blair’s voice was very soft. After so many years, perhaps something had changed in trim.

Arron stood beside his mother’s coffin silently.

Seeing his little, quiet figure, I felt bitter in my heart. Kids usually had years to grow up. But sometimes, they could grow up in a single moment. Arron was still a child, and he loved asking Crystal for cakes every day when she was still alive. But ever since Crystal died, Arron not only stopped asking for cake, but he had completely stopped smiling.

I held Beryl, who was sobbing hysterically. “Beryl, your mommy’s just asleep.

Don’t cry.”

She had woken up yesterday. The moment she woke up, she said she wanted to see Crystal. I didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, so I just said that Crystal had been attacked by black witch power and would sleep for a long time.

“Grandma, Mommy died because of me, right?” Beryl sobbed, her whole body trembling violently, her hair a complete mess. She whimpered, “Mommy got very hurt. I saw it. Mommy saved me.”

I couldn’t help but burst into tears. Touching her soft head, I whispered, “Honey, don’t cry. She’ll worry about you if she sees you like this.” Beryl cried even louder.

“Mommy, if you’re really worried about me, just wake

up!”

“Don’t cry, Beryl.” Arron walked up to us and gently wiped his sister’s tears with a handkerchief. “Mommy will be sad if she sees you like this in heaven.”