"I'm going to find him!" Baili Xia slapped the table, stood up, and prepared to leave.
In the distance, Mu Xiaojiu sensed something unusual over here, and his gaze fell on the three of them.
However, there was no danger for the girl, so there was no need to come over.
Zimo quickly reached out to grab Baili Xia's arm, pulling her back with force.
"Don't go to him, don't!"
She spoke softly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, and a mist began to cover her eyes.
"It's not his fault, it's my own problem."
After speaking, she could no longer hold back the moisture in her eyes, and two clear tears fell onto the dining table.
Baili Xia and Xiaoxiao had never seen Zimo so helpless before.
She had always been strong like a big brother, protecting them.
In all these years, she had never cried.
What exactly did Mu Lingchuan do to make her like this?
Baili Xia held Zimo's hand with one hand, gently stroking her back with the other.
"Zimo, what's going on?"
