C173 Later

I just woke up in the morning and I smelled the food.

I knew that Xiao Yao's mother had already started making breakfast for us. Every day, we would wake up in this kind of atmosphere. We would silently eat breakfast, and no one wanted to say anything. After all, everyone was still immersed in the grief of Xiao Yao's death.

After I washed up, I walked to the dining room