Xu Chaomu felt that Liu Rumei had changed a lot—gone was the arrogance and domineering attitude from before. Now, she had become increasingly quiet and reserved.
Especially after what happened to Third Brother, the blow to her was enormous; she seemed to have aged ten years overnight.
Shen Yanrou was the same, saying nothing, just silently hanging her head.
Shen Cexian was even more affected. Overnight, even his gaze seemed to have dulled considerably.
Mo Shuifu continued kneeling quietly, and Xu Chaomu knew that she had been kneeling there for the entire day.
"Shuifu, get up," Xu Chaomu bent down and said.
Rain was beginning to fall—a light drizzle—and everyone's faces were beaded with water, likely to intensify into heavier rainfall soon.
Servants hurriedly approached to share umbrellas, but everyone still ended up drenched.
Xu Chaomu felt cold from head to toe—a coldness deeper than the rainwater itself.
