Qin Mu screwed the cap onto the bottle, noticing An Lin's expression carrying a hint of displeasure but remaining silent. His eyes filled with a smile, his lips slightly curved, and his handsome features softened, making him appear more gentle and refined.
Although he felt apologetic towards An Lin and showed her care and consideration, the pampering love he and Mo Xiuchen had towards Wen Ran was different.
In his eyes, there was warmth, but not the deep-seated affection that couldn't be dissolved.
Therefore, his inherently cold demeanor only warmed slightly, which, for An Lin, was fatal.
She glanced at Qin Mu's smiling eyes and brows, her heartstrings involuntarily quivering, pursed her lips, and quickly turned back, continuing to climb upward.
"An Lin, I'll go ahead."
After another ten minutes or so, the two of them reached the most perilous part of the mountainside.
