Mu Xiaoyao finally stopped and looked back at Baili Xia.
Seeing her face a bit pale, not knowing if it was discomfort or unease, his gaze softened.
"Don't worry, go back and rest well, remember, be careful."
Baili Xia moved her lips, but this time, she didn't ask again.
Brother indeed had to leave Bei Miao, but this matter, probably couldn't be told to others.
Uncle asked Brother to leave here, yet didn't let anyone know, what exactly are they plotting?
... Mu Xiaoyao eventually left, without explanations, and without extra words.
Only when he was about to leave did he turn back and gave her a look.
Perhaps, Baili Xia could guess what that look represented.
No need to ask more, just trust.
Trust Brother, trust Uncle, it's good this way.
Watching Mu Xiaoyao's departing figure, Baili Xia took quite a while to gather her thoughts, then opened the door and went inside.
After talking with Mu Xiaoyao for a while, the pain in her chest seemed to intensify.
