Murong Ye looked at Gong Yu sorrowfully. Murong Yunxi was the man's life. Now that Morong Yunxi was not here, it seemed as if his soul had gone with her. Every day, he was like a ghost. He could't eat, drink or sleep. His life was completely colorless, and life seemed to be meaningless for him. He was like a tree without its roots, withering bit by bit.

Murong Ye brought Gong Yu upstairs and put him on the big bed in the inner lounge. He took off his shoes and coat, covered him ...