The two walked side by side out of the room and into the living room. Julian was trailing behind, and it was obvious that the mansion felt emptier than usual tonight.
He naturally knew the reason. He looked down and picked up a fork from the dining table, Losiya's face, along with everything she had done for him, would occasionally flash through his mind.
If she were still here, she would've likely ignored his objections, pulled him to her side, carefully introduced what was for dinner, then walked around to help him tie his scarf from behind.
Julian lowered his head and happened to catch sight of a dish so clean it gleamed like new. Reflected in it was his current expression.
His face, the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth — all silently revealed a sense of loneliness.
