The room was silent.
No one spoke, and the heartbeat of the person in his arms was clearly audible.
Mu Lianxiao pressed his thin lips against Du Yunluo's long hair and slowly tightened his grip around her waist.
The words Du Yunluo had just spoken lingered by his ear.
Mu Lianxiao didn't find anything wrong with the wording, but precisely because it was appropriate, the sadness conveyed in Du Yunluo's tone tugged at his heart.
Like a solitary leaf falling on a calm water surface, it didn't stir up a thousand waves like a stone, but gently formed ripples with the breeze.
Alone and unsupported…
Mu Lianxiao's breath caught for a moment.
It was the first time he saw Du Yunluo like this; the her of the past was always so lively, whether she was laughing, angry, or crying.
Suddenly becoming so fragile, it must be because of unease...
"Yunluo…" Mu Lianxiao softly called her.
Du Yunluo didn't lift her head, responding with a muffled sound.
