"So late and you're still reading?" The old master immediately said.
"We don't have school tomorrow, I can get up late, it's fine."
The smile on Baili Xia's face was still there, so sweet and pure. Yet who knew that her heart was bleeding?
She tugged at Mu Xiaoyao again, turned to look at him, her eyes filled with pleading.
"Brother, hurry up and teach me, let's go to my room."
In the middle of the night, Mu Xiaoyao didn't want to go to her room, where they would be alone.
But when he saw the fleeting sadness in her eyes, some part of his heart inexplicably softened.
He pursed his lips, finally nodded, and stood up with her.
Looking at the old master, he said: "Grandfather, I'll accompany her back to the room."
Then, he turned his head to Mu Xiaojiu: "Uncle, I'll take her back."
Mu Xiaojiu didn't say a word, just nodded, forcibly shifting his gaze from the tiny hands that were clutching his arm.
Then he picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.
