"Thank you, Grandpa."
Qian Renxue's tone was as cold as the depths of winter. She had never used such a tone even when speaking to Bibi Dong before, yet Qian Daoliu merely sat there, saying nothing and doing nothing, still not daring to open his eyes and see what expression Qian Renxue wore now.
Turning around, Qian Renxue walked out of the main hall of the Worship Hall, leaving only her emotionless footsteps echoing through the empty chamber.
Mo Lin and Hu Liena left Bibi Dong's room. Although they now had time alone together, neither of them had any desire to flirt or talk about love. Bibi Dong's condition was simply too hard for them to accept.
Mo Lin let out a breath and said to Hu Liena:
"Senior Sister, I'll head back to my room first."
Hu Liena nodded. She did not even feel like speaking; right now, she felt that saying even one more word would make her seem heartless.
Mo Lin returned to the room he had not visited in years. It was exactly the same as before he had gone to Slaughter City.
Entering the bedroom and seeing the familiar large bed, Mo Lin flopped facedown onto it. After living in this world for so many years, he had finally encountered something that left him utterly at a loss. It was not as if he absolutely had to "win over" Bibi Dong in that sense, but at the very least, they needed to maintain a relationship where they could communicate normally. A secret affair was fine—normal???—a teacher-student relationship was fine, even a mother-son relationship would do. Anything was better than feeling so distant.
Lying on the bed, Mo Lin recalled Bibi Dong's behavior in the original work and realized that her actions fit her character