"It's still not too late to chase after him now."
Mu Xiaoyao looked at the girl sitting on the bed, her head down, his words carrying a rare hint of helplessness.
He rarely meddled in others' emotional matters, even when it came to Uncle and Baili Xia. He didn't like delving too deeply.
At most, he just safeguarded her and completed his own mission.
But recently, for reasons unknown, it seemed he started thinking a bit too much.
"Why should I chase him?" Baili Xia still didn't lift her head, her gaze falling into an unnamed corner.
"Didn't you see? Just now... he almost forced himself on me."
From the very beginning until now, Uncle has always been Uncle, always standing on the pedestal of the coercer.
From her first time, when has she ever not been forced by him to do such things?
Mutual affection may have existed, but it was never a match for the ultimate goal of revenge.
Feelings had long since become impure.
