The person sitting in the tree showed no reaction, his eyes dull and fixed on the distant sky.
In the past, he could deceive anyone with a smile.
But these last two days, since he had woken up, he had truly been living like a walking corpse.
Among so many people, only Chu Qianli could exchange a few words with him.
Others, whether it was Fu Ning or the servants, completely ignored him.
Speaking to him elicited no response.
Chu Qianli called out again, "Achu, please, come down."
The tree branch was too thin, only able to bear his weight; otherwise, Chu Qianli would have gone up herself.
She feared that if she went up, they both would end up falling straight down.
"Achu..."
Finally, the figure in white swayed gently.
Feng Dingchu came down.
But his eyes that looked at her remained dim and lifeless.
"Come, let's go to the pavilion."
He didn't move, so Chu Qianli had no choice but to pull him toward the pavilion.
Eating was completely tasteless.