Qin Manman had no breath left, and it was impossible for her to hear or have any awareness. She was completely leaning or supported by him as her body inclined forward against him.
The servant's face was deathly pale and she stuttered, "Sir... are you... are you okay?"
Her first reaction was—he has gone mad.
Or maybe she had heard someone say that true lunatics are extremely calm. They have their own world, their own obsessions, their own madness.
Muo Huangnian said indifferently, "I'm fine, go about your work. I want to be alone with Manman."
Over the years, he had spent too little time alone with her, so little that she was actually full of complaints. She felt wronged, he knew that.
The servant retreated in shock.
She stood in the living room, watching the man holding that obviously deceased woman, sitting by the dining table eating as if nothing had happened. The woman's usual nagging, which he used to find annoying, finally became words spoken by him.
