Baili Xia sighed, seeing Mu Xiaojiu's lack of a sense of security even in his dreams, watching as he tightly held her hand, her heart ached inexplicably.
Such a tall and strong person actually has a vulnerable side.
Everyone only sees him as a towering figure, strong as a rock, who would know that he actually has insecurities and fears as well.
I wonder what a formidable man like Uncle would be afraid of?
When Mu Xiaojiu's brow gradually relaxed, once again falling into a deep sleep, Baili Xia slowly withdrew her hand from his.
She stood up, pulled the quilt over him again, and then turned and quietly left.
As she left the room, she couldn't help but look back at him.
He was motionless, sleeping peacefully.
She thought, tonight, Uncle should be able to have a good rest.
Leaving Mu Xiaojiu's room, Baili Xia leisurely returned to her own room.
Her mind was filled with many concerns, the more time she spent with Uncle, the more clearly she could see him.
