The air abruptly fell silent. You could only hear the sizzling sounds from the barbeque.
Xi Xiaye watched Mu Lingshi silently and she noticed a rare sorrow and gloom on her face. Then, she gently patted the back of her hand that was on the table. "I'm sorry. Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned it."
Upon hearing this, Mu Lingshi instantly smiled and shook her head as she lifted her drink. She tilted her head back and downed the contents of her glass.
"It's fine. It's just part of the past. When it's mentioned, I can even reminisce once in a while," she said calmly and her face started to redden. With her scar, she seemed a little sinister. For some reason, the light in her eyes had turned lonely and bleak, and Xi Xiaye felt her heart ache at this sight.
