Mu Xiaoyao looked at Baili Xia, remaining silent.
Baili Xia smiled somewhat despairingly.
That's just how Brother is, preferring not to speak than to hurt her.
Yet, he doesn't realize that his silence is itself a form of hurt to her.
Mu Xiaoyao continued to gaze at her, her slender figure reflected in his deep eyes.
That figure, indescribably lonely and fragile.
Some words had impulsively reached his lips, but ultimately, they were swallowed back down.
His large hand clutched tightly, his eyes focused solely on her.
It's not that he doesn't care, but rather, knowing full well he shouldn't.
She belongs to Uncle, she did before, she does now, and she will in the future.
And he, merely plays the role of protecting her, nothing more.
She said his life lacked ambition, he wasn't without it, it just revolved entirely around Uncle.
Whatever Uncle pursued, he pursued.
Whoever Uncle wanted to protect, he protected.
Himself... he never really thought about.
