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Stupid Brother, why do you have to speak out her heartache so bluntly, can’t you give her a little hope?

Baili Xia resented in her heart for a while, and eventually she couldn’t help asking, “Did he… not come back after he left? Is he on a business trip?”

Her voice was very soft; if Mu Xiaoyao didn’t have good hearing, he might not have been able to hear her clearly.

The fingers hovering over the keyboard paused, looking at a string of characters on the screen; this time, multitasking seemed to be quite ineffective.

It took a while before he refocused his attention and continued to type on the keyboard.

His seemingly casual words, if one listened carefully, might reveal a hint of unique sorrow; “He came back quite early.”

The fingers that were clutching at the corner of the blanket tightened then loosened again, and finally, they let go.

Turning around to look at the figure highlighted by the laptop’s screen, she pursed her lips, a trace of resentment in her whisper: “Will he…

really not come?

Are you sure?”

“Not long ago, he left the house.”

“Jerk!”

Mu Xiaoyao’s fingertips paused once more; he was unsure whether she was cursing Uncle or him.

Seeing that she had no inclination to sleep, he put down the laptop, walked to the bed, and turned the room lights on again.

“What for?” Baili Xia also got up, looking up at him.

“Do you want to play a game?” he asked indifferently.

“No.” Every time she couldn’t beat him, what’s the fun in that?

“I’ll only use one hand,” Mu Xiaoyao offered.

“Let me use my right hand.” Even with one hand, his right hand could beat her; she was no match at all.

She could only play against his left hand.

Mu Xiaoyao looked down at her, the girl’s eyes turning red, holding back tears, stubbornly glaring at him.

Two seconds later, he turned back to the coffee table, picked up his laptop, turned, and left.

Without a word, just like that he walked out the door, leaving her alone!

Baili Xia didn’t know where the blaze in her heart came from, but she knew she was fuming mad now.

Why do they all treat her like this, as if she was just a toy to them?

When they are pleased, they pay her a little attention; when not, they leave without a word!

In her fury, she didn’t even notice what she grabbed, hurling it towards the room door.

The soft pillow hit the door and immediately rebounded to the floor, where it lay motionless.

Baili Xia’s eyes were red with irritation, and inadvertently, she bumped her injured ankle.

The sharp pain spread from her foot to her heart, everything hurt, and the pain made her unable to hold back the tears that choked out of her.

Why do they have to treat her this way?

Why won’t they even come to glance at her?

She’s not so delicate that she needs everyone to come to see her; she just wanted to see him, just wanted to be sure that he still held her in his heart.

Uncle…

“Wuu…”

As soon as Mu Xiaoyao entered, he heard the sound of the girl’s crying.

A pillow on the floor was obviously tossed there by the girl on the bed.

He casually closed the room door, bent down to pick up the pillow, and walked towards her.

Through her blurry tears, Baili Xia watched his figure approaching, feeling overwhelmed.

“Why are you crying?” Mu Xiaoyao stood by the bed, looking down at her.

His words were still indifferent, just like in the past, but this time, there seemed to be a tinge of helplessness.

She didn’t want to cry; she didn’t even realize that she had begun to.

Raising her hand to rub her eyes, she found only tears on the back of her hand.

The more she rubbed, the more tears flowed, until they couldn’t be stopped at all.

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