Manman thought calmly that the answer to this question was definitely affirmative; her asking him was merely meant to make her resignation more decisive.
He did not love her, and probably would not love anyone. But whether he loves someone in the future is no longer her concern.
The breakfast was eaten in silence. Muo Huangnian returned to his study to deal with some matters, and when he came downstairs again, he saw a cup of milk on the dining table.
He paused slightly, then quickly walked over and almost subconsciously picked it up and took a sip.
The ordinary taste that met his lips dashed the inexplicable hope in his heart. A servant's voice came from the side, "Mr. Muo, I just made this, adding some petal juice that madam used to keep in the fridge... Is it the flavor you used to like?"
