The soft fingers landed on Mu Xuri's not-so-sturdy arm, and Ning Anran didn't find it strenuous to press.
You couldn't blame Mu Xuri for this; after his leg was injured, he stopped doing those exercises.
Over time, all the muscles he built before disappeared.
"Uncle, didn't you have something you wanted to tell me?" Ning Anran asked.
Mu Xuri just responded with a "hmm," but didn't say anything.
The massage Ning Anran gave him felt very different from the ones Wen Yu used to provide.
Perhaps it was because Ning Anran was younger; each press seemed to open up all his pores, bringing a sense of relaxation.
"Uncle?" Ning Anran called again.
Mu Xuri's wandering consciousness was pulled back, his eyes opened, staring at the girl so close to him.
"Oh, I wanted to ask you, how has Baili Xia been recently?"
Ning Anran lowered her eyes, pondering, before she spoke: "She's very different from before, I wonder if she remembered her past."
