He seemed much warmer than usual at the Mu Family's home, though he was silent, his eyes and brow carried warmth. Still, even so, there was an invisible distance, as if he couldn't blend in.
Mrs. Mu's faint smile froze, and after a while, she slowly said, "Did Shiqian ever say something like that?"
Chi Huan nodded, her voice low, "He seems to think that way."
"He might be... heartbroken over his mother," Mrs. Mu sighed, picking up the teacup with its faint steam from the coffee table, her voice deepening, "Shiqian's mother was my sister. Did he tell you that?"
Chi Huan nodded silently, "I know."
