Shen Nianzu took a few more days to recover and returned to his usual self just in time to attend Gu Luoxin's funeral.
He had once done a background check on the young man and thus knew what his uncle looked like: a slightly chubby businessman who worked around the globe all year long. But the man Shen Nianzu saw in the funeral… he seemed to have aged ten or twenty years in the span of a week. His gaze was hollow and lifeless and he had thinned down considerably, making his suit appear a little loose on his person.
Just like how Gu Luoxin only had his uncle as his family member, his uncle also only had him. But he had left so soon… far too soon… leaving the middle-aged man all alone in this world.
Ignoring the pinpricks of pain and remorse in his heart, Shen Nianzu led Jin Jiuchi over to offer incense before bowing to the uncle who seemed like he had lost his soul. "My deepest condolences."
