Wen Jiaren stared blankly at Mu Qian's actions. "What are you doing?"
With the rim of a bowl, Mu Qian scraped the tears stained on Mu Xiao's chin, then turned to her. "Collecting tears."
"Collecting tears?"
Wen Jiaren furrowed her brows, looking at the bowl in his hand. The bottom already had a layer of clear tears. Quickly, she recalled the Blood Oath and looked up at Mu Qian, surprised to find a faint redness around his eyes. Was he crying?
Mu Qian turned his handsome face away, but he handed the bowl to her. "It's your turn now."
So, he really had been crying?
Wen Jiaren stared at him unblinkingly until the bowl was thrust into her hands. A delightful voice emerged in front of her. "Hurry up and go. After you're done, come down to eat. After dinner, we'll collect blood and dissolve the Blood Oath on you tonight."
After he finished speaking, Mu Qian swiftly walked away from the sight of mother and son.
