The off-white, handmade casual shirt was paired with slim-fit black suit pants, which enveloped his long, straight legs. At that moment, he was adjusting the watch on his wrist.
What was he doing?
He had even changed his clothes; did this truly mean he was going back?
She gazed at the tall, upright figure and, inexplicably, felt a wave of disappointment deep in her heart, "Mucen, I heard you're going back? Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Long journeys could be bad for you."
Ou Mucen was slightly bent over, tidying up his appearance!
His wound was still very painful, almost preventing him from straightening his back, and what was even worse, due to excessive blood loss, the view outside the window seemed somewhat blurry to him after standing up.
Even so, he didn't stop adjusting his attire, fastening all the buttons on his shirt, including the two on his sleeves.
