There was a flicker of emotions in Yun Jian's eyes when she heard what Mu Ying said. She walked over to graze the butterfly knives piled on the old desk.
It was then pin-drop silence, quiet like the still water.
Even Mu Shuang who was relatively talkative and Leng Hanzhe who was doubtful could not help holding their breaths. Just when they thought that Yun Jian would not say anything in reply, they heard her calm and gentle voice.
"I like them very much."
It sounded normal but compared to Yun Jian's intonation in the past, it was a tone lighter and gave rise to endless room for imagination.
Mu Shuang felt her heart staggering in follow.
"I'm glad you like them." Mu Ying turned to smile at Yun Jian.
