Just moments ago, the other guys were clearly holding back their emotions, but now, seeing their leader show no reaction, they all eagerly joined in the conversation. The group talked and joked, even sipping a bit of alcohol. Their chatter ranged from the south to the north and circled back again. But eventually, having spent so much time together, they ran out of things to say and resorted to aimless drinking, occasionally glancing at their leader's tall, imposing back, waiting for Gu Jingchen to speak.
But clearly, the man standing by the window remained silent. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his deep-set eyes carried an aura of profound melancholy, like an ancient well that endlessly drew people in, impossible to escape. Standing there, his upright and lean figure resembled a statue. His narrowed, dark eyes focused intently on the scene unfolding in the second-floor cabin.
