"Y-Young Mas… ter…?" a choked sound escaped Gu Luoxin's mouth as he struggled to come to terms with the inconceivable sight before him.
Trembling violently, he reached out a hand to shake Young Master Ares' shoulder as if wishing to call the other person awake, calling once more in a trance, "Young Master…"
But once Gu Luoxin's hand made contact, Ares' body was akin to a broken marionette with its strings severed, lifelessly toppling sideways on the sofa, still with his empty eyes wide open.
The horrid sight, especially the deathly pallor surrounding the face that was almost identical to his own, was too much for Gu Luoxin to take.
