Sheng Jiayu's body stiffened slightly, quietly listening to Mu Ke's words.
His voice was somewhat heavy, and it wasn't difficult to discern the suppression and grief in his speech. Sheng Jiayu felt somewhat annoyed, yes, his loved one had just passed away, and she was bringing up such topics as if to comfort him, but it didn't really help much.
Luckily, Mu Ke's emotions were much better than she had anticipated, perhaps because he was a doctor, having seen so much of life and death, or perhaps because he had mentally prepared himself. The pain was certain, but it wasn't overly shocking.
Somehow, the conversation steered away from this sad topic, and Mu Ke asked her about the book café. Sheng Jiayu answered truthfully.
