Mu Linyue took a slow breath.
Then another.
The anger in her eyes gradually settled, though the coldness never left.
She straightened her posture, regaining her usual composure as if nothing had just happened.
Only the faint stiffness in her expression betrayed otherwise.
Her gaze shifted away from Bai Zihan.
Back to Mu Yuelan.
"Aunt…"
Her tone was once again respectful.
As if the previous exchange had never occurred.
"What brings you here today?"
A slight pause.
Then—
Her eyes flicked sideways, landing on Bai Zihan for just a moment.
The meaning behind it was obvious.
(And what is he doing here?)
Mu Yuelan naturally understood.
Her expression remained calm.
"There's nothing much."
She said lightly.
"Zihan'er wanted to refine a pill, so I brought him here."
Silence!
For a brief moment, Mu Linyue didn't know how to react to such a ridiculous answer.
As if her mind had not yet processed the words.
Then, her eyes widened.
"…What?"
Then she laughed.
"Him?"
