Several days later.
It was barely dawn, and a light drizzle began to fall outside the window.
The woman in bed opened her drowsy eyes and slowly got up, washed up, and put on her clothes.
The Lu Mansion was unusually quiet today.
As soon as Gu Danyu came downstairs, she noticed something was off.
Normally at this time, Lu Yancheng would be sitting on the couch reading the company's reports, but now there was no sign of him.
The kids were nowhere to be seen, and even Uncle Chen was slowly walking out of the kitchen, his gloomy and oppressive mood evident.
Gu Danyu felt a sinking feeling in her heart, "Uncle Chen, are you all right?"
"Ma'am." Uncle Chen, listless, raised his head and pointed at the dining table, "Breakfast has been warmed up, it's over there."
"Has something happened?"
She asked again, and it was only then that Uncle Chen reacted, taking a long sigh, "Today is Mr. Lu and Mrs. Lu's death anniversary."
Gu Danyu paused, pursing her lips, "Okay, I understand."
