Su Huan did not answer. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "I would like to be alone with her for a while, is that okay?"
Xia Wu frowned lightly. It was acceptable, yet...seeing Su Huan this way, she seemed a bit uneasy.
However, she agreed, then left with Han Jing and them, though they did not go far, just stepped out the door and stayed in the adjacent room.
Su Huan leaned against Xia Zhuzi's coffin, his eyes quietly gazing at her face, without the initial grief or despair. Instead, there was an unusual peace, and he even pulled at the corners of his mouth to reveal a smile at her.
He clenched his fist, and suddenly, with exertion, blood began to flow down the corner of his lips.
Yet, his face remained smiling.
Just as he was about to exert force again, he suddenly heard a vague call: "Brother Huan—"
Su Huan was startled by the sound, but when he looked around, he saw nothing.
"Zhu'er, Zhu'er, is that you?" Su Huan asked excitedly and somewhat anxiously.
