Chapter 243

After the meal, Jonathan carried Wolfgang back to the upper bed.

Fireworks lit up the distant sky outside the southern prison bars, casting a colorful glow.

Wolfgang watched intently, a faint smile on his lips. His eyes were filled with beautiful fireworks.

The fireworks that night continued to burn, never stopping.

Midnight.

The New Year arrived.

Jonathan saw Wolfgang's body curled up, his eyes tightly shut.

He was no longer moving.

His breath was gone.

Jonathan wiped away the tears in his eyes, whispering: "Farewell, master."

The former owner of Top-Sky House had closed his eyes for the last time.

On the first day of the year, January 1st.

Jonathan stood with folded arms outside the southern prison. Behind him was a line of black people adorned with a white flowers on their chests.

At the front of the luxurious cars, white paper flowers were also hung for the funeral procession.

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