Mu Xichen maintained his composure, and there was even a faint smile on his face.
A while later, he laughed.
"You know," Mu Xichen looked at his face and slowly continued, "a porcupine has all those thorns on its body because it's so fragile on the inside that it could die at a slight touch."
With that, he placed his hands in his pocket and started walking.
He kept his eyes on Mu Donglin. "Without that thorny exterior, it's just a ball of flesh."
Mu Donglin's expression darkened.
Was he trying to say that his strong front was but a show?
Mu Xichen continued smiling, and there was some pity in his eyes. "Your thorns, how long can you keep them for?"
Mu Donglin's face was almost distorted from the anger. He scoffed and said, "At least a porcupine has thorns. Some people, on the other hand, are just a ball of flesh and nothing more."
