Night fell. Within Wu Yao's residence in the Wu Shen Domain.
As always, the atmosphere at dinner carried a trace of peculiar "enthusiasm." Wu Yao's mother, that gentle and beautiful woman, continued to play the role of the most devoted "wingwoman," constantly placing food into Mo Lin's bowl, asking after his well-being, and trying to match the two together in every word she spoke.
"Mo Lin, try this Dragon Sinew and Phoenix Marrow Soup. It replenishes vitality wonderfully. You young people work hard at cultivation, so you need to nourish yourselves properly."
"Yao'er, don't just focus on eating. Pour Mo Lin a bowl of soup!"
"Oh my, why are you two sitting so far apart? Sit closer. It'll be easier to talk, won't it?"
Yet unlike usual, Wu Yao was exceptionally quiet tonight. She merely kept her head lowered, taking small bites of the Spirit Rice in her bowl. Whether it was her mother's pointed hints or the occasional smiling glance Mo Lin sent her way, she seemed distracted by it all.
There was an unshakable gravity and struggle between her cool brows, as though some heavy burden weighed upon her heart.
Mo Lin was far too perceptive not to notice her abnormality. On the surface, he continued chatting and laughing with Wu Yao's mother with practiced ease, but a flicker of understanding passed through the depths of his eyes.
What had happened during the day contained far too much information. Given Wu Yao's temperament, there was no way she would not overthink it.
At last, the somewhat stifling dinner came to an end.
"I'm done." Wu Yao set down her bowl and chopsticks and spoke softly. Then she raised her head and gave Mo Lin a complicated look. Her tone was calm, yet brooked no refusal. "You. Come out