"Hmm?" Ling Yin raised her eyebrows when she saw Ling Yun walking to the top floor. She then closed the book in her hand. "Why is your expression like that, Yun'er?"
"Nothing." Ling Yun replied curtly as he shook his head. He then stood on the edge and stared at Xianghu Lake.
For some time, the two of them had been silent, but Ling Yin had always watched her nephew with mixed feelings. Moreover, she was very sure that she had not mistaken his smell and voice.
Before long, Ling Yun turned to his paternal aunt and asked. "Why do you keep looking at me like that? Is there something you want to ask me?"
Ling Yin stood up from her chair, and then stood right in front of him. She looked him straight in the eye. "Should I address you as Ling Yun or Mo Chen?"
