Lin Jiamu did not refuse; he noticed that Mu Yan's emotions were off all night and was just about to ask her what was wrong.
The two walked forward together, the streetlamp's light pulling their shadows long.
Not many people were around this area, only a few pedestrians late at night, strangely desolate.
After a period of silence, Lin Jiamu took the lead and asked, "Have you been alright recently?"
Mu Yan did not answer; she seemed lost in thought.
Lin Jiamu assumed she hadn't been happy lately, tentatively asking, "Is it convenient for you to tell me? Maybe I can help you."
Mu Yan suddenly stopped walking and looked at him, "Recently, I've been thinking about when I first met you."
"Huh?" Lin Jiamu looked at her, puzzled.
Her gaze seemed unfamiliar, yet an indescribable unease grew in his heart.
Mu Yan smiled slightly, "In my moment of despair, you pulled me out of the abyss, thinking about it carefully, it truly feels like destiny."
