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The gathering of three people ended with two not in the mood, ultimately dispersing unhappily.
The city bustled endlessly, with streams of vehicles and horses, shining brightly with lights.
But all this prosperity had nothing to do with Xie Yuan.
He returned to the manor, pushing the wheelchair slowly through the door.
Despite the lights being on everywhere inside, he felt it was so dark.
He used to like being alone, as it facilitated contemplation and calm.
But now, he found himself uncomfortable with this way of life.
The house was too big, so big that even breathing echoed back.
"Sir."
Uncle Zhong walked in from outside and saw Xie Yuan standing dazed at the door.
He approached slowly and asked.
"Would you like some late-night snacks prepared?"
Xie Yuan was about to shake his head when Wang Zhong smiled.
"Madam left me a few recipes before she left, instructing me to cook you some dishes to your taste."
