Baili Xia stared at Mu Xiaojiu, her face and eyebrows clearly brimming with smiles.
But her hands, her palms were drenched with sweat, cold sweat.
She was nervous, she was uneasy. Her only hope was pinned on this moment.
As long as Uncle spoke, as long as he said something to make her stay, she could let go of everything.
She could let go of him hiding things from her, let go of him having his own plans, even let go of the fact that he had once used her loved ones' lives to threaten her.
As long as he said…
Mu Xiaojiu fixed his gaze on her, the anger in his eyes slowly subsiding.
Finally, after taking a drag from his cigarette, he spoke calmly, "Alright."
Alright?
Baili Xia's heart trembled, and she was so excited her body began to shake.
He said alright, but… what did it really mean?
Mu Xiaojiu extinguished the cigarette and suddenly stepped towards them.
Step by step, he came closer. Very close.
