Shortly afterwards, only a sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the doorway, then that person appeared in front of him.
Indeed, this man's attire today was exceptionally peculiar, dressed entirely in black. A black coat, black trousers, and even the shirt underneath was black. This kind of darkness, standing directly in front of him, made his already fair complexion resemble white porcelain under a ray of sunlight, with his well-defined face looking as if it had been sculpted.
Ying Hao felt a bit of cold sweat: "Young master, are you going today too?"
"What do you think?"
The man coming out of the room did not even look at him. He saw the breakfast already set on the table and went directly to sit down.
On such an occasion today, how could he not go?
He was "her" husband, and when a wife dies, it only makes sense for the husband to appear at her interment, doesn't it?
Ou Mucen picked up a cup, poured himself some milk, and began eating slowly...
