The air was silent for a long time. Although Ethan Fang lowered his head, he knew the groom was looking at him.
He used his fingers to wipe the tears that he had managed to hold back from the corners of his eyes, and sniffed sadly.
The groom leaned against the manger, his hands folded across his chest, his eyes moving back and forth over the young man, finally stopping on his left hand.
The slender white fingers tapped back and forth on the edge of the trough. It was an unconscious action, but it successfully exposed Ethan Fang's excitement at the moment.
It seems that the death of a husband is a happy thing for young people.
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