"Since you're incapable of changing anything, what's the point of blaming you?"
Mu Xiaoyao glanced at her once more and then turned to leave.
But after only a few steps, he stopped and looked back at her.
This time, there was an unfathomable, mysterious look in his eyes.
It seemed to convey relief, perhaps pity, and also a hint of envy and longing that she suspected she was misreading.
"Uncle, like this… it's actually quite good, very good."
With those ambiguous words, he turned and left, and this time he didn't look back.
He didn't stop until he had opened the door to his room and walked in, casually closing the door behind him.
Baili Xia still stood in the distance, staring blankly at the shut door.
Uncle like this is good… what does that mean? What aspect of "good" was he referring to?
Was he talking about Uncle secretly sneaking out to play, or something else?
But whatever it was, such things shouldn't be considered good for them.
