Yu Qihao didn't join Situ Jin in teasing Xiao Muli. He simply looked at Xiao Muli with a complex expression. Situ Jin might not know about Xiao Muli's feelings for Situ Xin, but he did, very clearly.
Now, seeing the faintly happy smile on Xiao Muli's face, Yu Qihao felt the persistent, dull ache in his heart grow sharper. Unconsciously, his hand rested on his own chest. He envied, even felt jealous of, the radiant smile of happiness on Xiao Muli's face, but he knew that he himself had long since lost the chance to compete with Xiao Muli for it.
When Situ Jin sought Yu Qihao's opinion and did not receive a timely response, he turned his head to look at Yu Qihao, just in time to see his pale complexion. "Ah Hao, what's wrong with you? Why so pale?"
"It's nothing. I think maybe the recent training intensity has been a bit too much, and I haven't adapted yet," Yu Qihao replied with a smile more wretched than crying on his pallid face.