Baili Xia didn't want to hide anymore, nor did she want to doubt.
This was the second time she was willing to believe a man so entirely.
The first time, she lost and was forever unable to make things right.
This time, she wanted to believe, she did not want to miss his tender pity for her.
She could clearly see that Uncle had pity for her.
As long as he said so, she would believe him. She truly wanted to believe him.
Uncle, as long as you say it, she could disregard everything Nangong Yun said.
She wouldn't believe that insane woman, nor the things she saw in the room.
As long as Uncle said something, she would only believe him, okay?
"Uncle," she looked up at him, sincere, and even with a pleading look in her eyes: "Tell me."
Mu Xiaojiu's ten fingers became taut instantly, his gaze towards her gradually cooled down.
"I told you before, no questions!"
"But I want to ask. Why can't I ask about things related to me?"