Mu Xuri, feeling guilty, gently stroked Wen Yu's cheek with his hand.
"Although you didn't marry me, we've lived together for so many years."
"And now you silently leave me like this, how am I supposed to live alone in the future?"
To someone unaware, these words might truly seem like he's sincerely grieving over Wen Yu's death.
But everyone present, even if they didn't know their actual relationship, could already see that Mu Xuri's attitude towards Wen Yu had never been particularly good.
This is just an act for others to see.
Nangong Xu glanced at him, his face expressionless.
"Mr. Xuri, I want to take the body back to the medical room for some examination, to see if there's another reason."
Mu Xuri directly refused: "No need. She passed away so peacefully, I don't want anyone disturbing her anymore."
Nangong Xu's dark eyes narrowed, something flickered in his mind.
Wen Yu's death reminded him of the previous incident with Baili Yang.
