"Uncle..." Baili Xia lifts her head.
She thought he was going to take another puff, but to her surprise, he stubs out the cigarette with his thumb and carelessly tosses the butt on the ground.
"Uncle!" Baili Xia exclaims in shock, quickly grabbing his hand to inspect his thumb.
He just extinguished the cigarette with his thumb - a cigarette that was still lit! Didn't he fear getting burned?
And yet, he had undoubtedly crushed the cigarette with his thumb.
But, when she now looks at his thumb, apart from a bit of ash, there's nothing amiss.
No blisters that she had feared seeing; not even a tiny red burn mark.
"My skin is thick, why panic?"
Mu Xiaojiu's somber mood lightens significantly at her show of concern for him.
He reaches out to her, pulling her into an embrace.
This time, Baili Xia doesn't resist, peacefully leaning into his chest, allowing him to hold her close.
Mu Xiaojiu leans forward, resting his chin on top of her head.