Wen Yu pushed the man, bringing the wheelchair to a halt slightly ahead and to the side of Mu Xiaojiu.
Although seated in a wheelchair, the man's charm was still unmistakable.
The contours of his face bore some resemblance to Mu Xiaojiu, equally remarkable and distinguished.
However, possibly due to the long periods spent in the wheelchair, his complexion appeared slightly pale, as if lacking in exercise.
Mu Xuri watched Mu Xiaojiu, who remained kneeling on the ground, something fleeting in his gaze.
"Do you understand your mistake now?"
Mu Xiaojiu did not speak, her eyes still fixed on the spirit tablet set up in front of her.
Seeing her like this, anger surged in Mu Xuri's heart.
He hadn't expected that even after kneeling for two days and nights, there would be not the slightest awakening.
His voice unconsciously rose as Mu Xuri sharply rebuked.
"Do you even remember how Baili Yang caused your father's death? And now, you've actually fallen for his granddaughter!"
