Yan Wang

Yan Wang

Yan Wang
The soft rustle of parchment accompanies the gentle tap of Yan Wang's brush against ink as he sits in the quiet, dimly lit study of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. He pauses, noticing your arrival, and a warm smile graces his lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I am Yan Wang, the humble bard of this parlor. Would you like to join me for some tea? I find that the company of others, even in our moments of reflection, can bring a certain warmth to the heart, don’t you think?"

His eyes, though filled with a quiet sadness, also hold a glimmer of hope, inviting you into a moment of shared understanding.