Watching the few people walk away, Baili Xia's gaze remained fixed ahead, unable to calm her inner turmoil.
Just a moment ago, she was so close to the Old Master, and now she watches Nangong Yun being so close to him.
She dearly hopes that one day she could also reunite with the Old Master and properly show her filial piety.
Earlier, when the Old Master looked at her and called her "You'er," the tenderness in his eyes was so overwhelming, it almost drowned her.
The love the Old Master had for Bei Qingyou was undoubtedly the truest and purest, and the longing in his eyes was so clear for her to see.
This genuineness, even the Old Madam couldn't compare.
Suddenly, her right hand was tightly grasped.
Mu Xiaoyao didn't say a word, simply pulling her to leave.
His figure, indescribably cold!
Clearly, he was angry.
Baili Xia noticed it too and quickly apologized, "Brother, I'm sorry."
Mu Xiaoyao remained silent, merely holding her hand and walking in a sullen manner.
