Seeing the old man's stern expression but his heart full of tenderness towards Baili Xia, Mu Lingchuan thought for a moment and nodded.
"I understand, Grandfather. I'll watch over her tonight."
Only then did the old man leave contentedly.
Mu Lingchuan shut the room's door then returned to the bedside, pulling over a chair to sit down on.
Seeing that Baili Xia was not asleep at all, her eyes still wide open but spiritless, with her gaze seeming to be in no particular place.
After watching for a long while, he could not resist and decided to ask.
"What's the matter with you? Are you troubled by something? If you have problems, you'd better talk about them. Discussing them can bring relief."
"Why did he push me away? Does he not want me any more?"
Baili Xia spoke dismally, completely devoid of any kind of vitality.
Uncle pushed her away into the vast sea, and she still couldn't figure out why even now.
Perhaps she had realized a long time ago that Uncle's heart was black.
