Mu Tingyu's heart stuttered, then he said melancholically, "In my eyes, my master is a divine figure that no one can compare to. I admire him, worship him. Subconsciously, I also hope that I can become a divine figure like him, to be forever loved, respected, and held dear by everyone..."
Sikou Yao looked at her suddenly sentimental elder disciple brother, unsure what to say.
A possibility suddenly occurred to her, alarming her, and her gaze towards her elder disciple brother carried a hint of peculiarity.
After hesitating for a while, Sikou Yao couldn't help but blurt out, "Elder brother, do you... wouldn't happen... to have some special feelings for Master?"
Mu Tingyu paused, and asked back in confusion, "What special feelings?"
Sikou Yao met his clear, water-like gaze and stumbled over her words, "That is, that is the kind of feeling... where a man... likes another man..."
