"..."
Xu Yuan lowered his eyelids, avoiding the gaze of the elderly man beside him.
At this moment, the man beside him was not the Marquis of Zhenxi, famed for his dominance over Dayan, but merely a father who had just lost his daughter.
His wretchedness should not be seen by outsiders.
"Jun Wu, I'm leaving..."
After sitting quietly for a few moments, Xu Yuan murmured softly by the ear of the woman in his arms, then gently laid her down in front of the elderly man and stood up slowly.
But at that moment,
The Marquis of Zhenxi suddenly called out to him, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion:
"Come back, sit down."
"...." Xu Yuan halted his steps and sat back down.
"Stay away from Jun Wu." The Marquis of Zhenxi spoke.
"...." Xu Yuan silently moved half a pace away.
The elderly man, referred to as the Marquis of Zhenxi, sat beside Li Junwu and asked in a low voice:
"...Jun Wu is dead. Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
