The people on the ground stopped in their tracks, watching the two flying in the sky, eyes fixed on them.
Mu Ziying and Mu Ziqing exchanged a glance and looked up at the sky.
They didn't know what was happening up there; Uncle would never vent in this way.
Baili Xia looked at Mu Xiaojiu, deeply shaken inside.
At this close distance, she could feel the unease in Uncle's heart.
She didn't catch what he just said, and he wouldn't repeat it.
But Baili Xia sensed that Uncle was probably expressing his feelings to her.
He chose to speak at this moment specifically so she wouldn't hear it.
She vaguely heard the word "I" from his words, and it seemed there was another "you"... was what he wanted to say related to her?
I... what... you? What exactly did Uncle want to say?
The long howl lasted for dozens of seconds, finally ending.
Mu Xiaojiu returned to his usual indifference, eyes fixed on some distant corner.
"Uncle..." Baili Xia called softly, but he couldn't hear.
