Mu Yunshen remained silent.
The vibration came through.
He moved the phone away from his ear and saw a text notification at the top of the screen. It was from Liansu:
[Young Master Mu, we just boarded the plane, and Young Master has fallen asleep again. He woke up for a short while and had me text you. He said, 'Happy Wedding, spend a good life with Miss Lier, and from now on… never look for him again.']
From now on.
So he chose to leave alone, to die in a foreign land.
He's really fucking cruel to himself.
Mu Yunshen's pupils contracted, a thick sense of heartache unexpectedly surging deep within his heart.
He brought the phone back to his ear, his hoarse voice no longer hesitant, "Jiang City International Airport, he has boarded the plane to Seattle, United States. He chose to die there, to be buried there."
Luo Qiangwei was startled, murmuring, "Seattle…" She quickly regained some of her rationality, "Young Master Mu, I have a favor to ask of you…"
